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What would you do if you won the lottery?

If I ever won the lottery — and I mean really won it, not just a cheeky tenner and a pat on the back from the cashier — I wouldn’t disappear into some tropical haze or start drinking my tea with a diamond spoon. Oh no, darling. I’d simply double down on the life I already adore, just with better lighting and slightly silkier pillowcases.

First, I’d buy Mum and Dad’s house out from under the mortgage and hand them the deed with a flourish. Frank would pretend to faint. Dad would mutter something like, “Does it come with a free roast on Sundays?” and Mum would give me that rare, blink-twice-or-you-miss-it nod of approval before going right back to dusting the hall mirror. She never misses a beat.

Then I’d give the whole Beaumont house a bit of a zhuzh. Nothing outlandish, just restoring the original coving, fresh tiles in the kitchen, and maybe — maybe — letting Dad build that garden shed he keeps scribbling blueprints for on the back of takeaway menus. I swear the man could draw a floorplan for a bank heist using nothing but a napkin and a cup of lukewarm Earl Grey.

Of course, I’d still be Luce. Still sipping tea (perhaps out of bone china instead of the chipped “World’s Best Daughter” mug), still answering daily prompts with a wink and a swipe of red lipstick. But I’d take the show on the road a bit more. Maybe a little Luce pop-up tour across the UK — live readings, maybe even a few swing dance appearances.

Because that’s the thing — I wouldn’t run. I’d root deeper. Invest in the stories, the people, the chaos. It’s a state of mind.

But I would finally upgrade my specs, darling. The current ones are held together with hope and a bit of glitter glue. And I’d buy myself a proper drawer for them, too. Maybe even label it “Lulu’s Luxe Lenses”. Mum would hate that. All the more reason.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋