Right Number, Wrong Girl

Surely not.

“Nora, are you saying that Nancy has an issue with Camilla and by extension, me?” I asked softly.

“I’m saying that I do not trust Nancy, and I believe you are right to feel the same way,” she said carefully. “Nancy has long had views above her current level of employment, and I think she might have viewed this as a way to level up, if you will. She said Camilla’s email regarding you went to spam, yes?”

I nodded.

“I wonder how many of those other emails never made it to her spam filter,” she mused. “And the cake? Everyone here knows that Kellie is Anna’s closest friend and always makes their cakes. That Anna would instruct Camilla to book anyone else is unfathomable.”

I swallowed hard.

“A lot of communication designed to go through Nancy appears to be miscommunicated.” Nora looked at me. “I would err on the side of caution, if I were you. That’s all I’m saying.”

I looked down to where Oscar was lying on top of my foot. As if this wasn’t hard enough, I might have an enemy I didn’t even know I’d made.

“Now,” Nora said, patting my knee once more. “I think you’d do well to get yourself an early night and wake up tomorrow with a fresh perspective on things.”

I nodded.

“And finishing that glass of wine with a good book might help. I usually find that to be the case.”

“I do have a book I’ve been wanting to finish.”

“There we are, then.” She used my knee to help herself to her feet and clicked her tongue, and Oscar jolted to attention and followed her to the gate. “Oh, and Sophie?”

“Yes?” I looked over at her.

“I like both Hugo and Henry, but if I had to pick and I were thirty years younger, I’d go for Hugo. That boy needs a nice girl like you.”

“That boy can keep looking for a nice girl like me,” I retorted.

She grinned. “I said that about a boy once.”

“Let me guess. You married him?”

“Sure did.” She winked and, after patting her leg so Oscar would follow her onto the road, closed the gate with a clink. Her final goodbye was the raise of her hand and a happy yip from Oscar, and a moment later, I was alone once again.

Nora’s visit had been short, not so sweet, but incredibly informative.

And I really had to take a moment to figure out how I was going to do this, knowing what I did now.

I’d had a weird feeling about Nancy since the moment I’d spoken to her on the phone, and now I had an idea why.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – SOPHIE

Operation Catfish Camilla

Apparently, a good night’s sleep didn’t always make you feel better.

Of course, it might have helped if I’d had a good night’s sleep. I had not. I wasn’t even sure I’d slept at all, and it was because of what I had to do today.

The whole situation had left me in a foul mood, and now I had to pretend I was in a better one because there was no way I could show up to Cavendish House in this state.

Unfortunately, time wasn’t on my side, because I was already here.

I got out of my car and knocked on the door. I hoped Nancy was here because I needed to speak to her straight away to figure this out.

Maybe I’d be able to get a bit of a read on her, too.