Right Number, Wrong Girl
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“I’m not here on holiday.”
“Ah. Why are you here?” She slid the glass of wine over to me and put the bottle in a bucket.
I gave her a quick explanation of everything that had transpired with Camilla being stuck in Norway. “Anyway, I’m here standing in, and I finally made it to Cavendish House this morning to meet everyone.”
“I sense that’s where your day went to shit.”
I grimaced. “Yes. I had no idea who Hugo was last night when I chewed his arse out.”
“That was fun. Do it again, please.” Cait’s face was the furthest thing from grimacing. “His brother thought so, too. I guess you met Henry?”
“I met everyone. The problem is that they think I’m Camilla.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “All of them?”
“Hugo and Henry not included,” I added. “I tried saying it like eight times, but Lady Devon kept cutting me off.”
“Yeah, Anna tends to talk first and listen later. Much later.”
“No kidding. Anyway, Nancy—”
“Ugh.”
“Does nobody like her?”
Cait leaned forward on the bar and frowned. “You know those people who you meet and you just… don’t like them? There’s no reason for it. They’re perfectly nice and friendly but you just don’t get that little spark of likability for them.”
“Yes. I suspect people feel that with me regularly.”
She laughed. “Unlikely, but that’s how I feel about Nancy.”
Huh.
That was how I felt, too.
“Me, too,” I agreed. “She knows I’m not Camilla. She said the best thing to do is just to get on with it since Lady Devon is in London and Cam will be here by the time she returns.”
“A little awkward, but not the end of the world. What made it so bad?”
“Well, after Evelyn completely decimated all the set menus and created her own—”
She hid a laugh behind her hand.
“—She made Hugo take me back to the cottage where we realised the person that we’d booked to make the cake was not the right person.”
She stopped laughing. “You didn’t book my mum?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t have your mum’s info anywhere. I had to prove it to him, too, because he didn’t believe me.”
“That’s… really strange.”
“I know. That’s where we just came from, by the way. She’s doing the cake and I’ve cancelled it with Alice, but none of us can figure out how that information never made it to even Camilla.”
“Huh. Hold on. Yes, darlin’, how can I help you?” She skirted down the bar to a customer, and I took the opportunity to pull out my phone and see if Cam had replied to me yet.
She had.
CAMILLA: Sorry. Grandma’s in the hospital and my phone died. No I wasn’t told anything about a Kellie, are you sure that’s right?