Right Number, Wrong Girl

“Shouldn’t be a problem. I believe we’re making a delivery here again anyway. Do you mind if I go and call her and let her know?”

“No, please do. I’ll see if I can find out who sent that email.” I had a pretty good idea who was behind it. “If you have time this afternoon, can we go over the plans and make sure they match up? And can you forward that email to me, please?”

Lucy nodded. “I’d be happy to. I’d rather we not make any mistakes.”

Amen.

I was very much in agreement with that.

“Me, too,” I replied, mostly to myself as she exited the ballroom and I looked around at the craziness.

Lunch with Helena and Evelyn had been the hoot I’d expected it to be, and we’d actually managed to extract some birthday present ideas out of the older woman. Granted, skydiving probably wasn’t going to be one that was purchased, but the idea was nice.

I also had to talk to Hugo.

This latest hiccup made it clearer than ever that Nancy was trying to sabotage me from the inside out, and there was no way we could sleep together again.

It was for the best.

It wasn’t like we were wham, bam, thank you ma’am-ing it over there. It was the conversations and hanging out that made it harder, and that was where the stupid little emotions were coming from.

That needed to stop before it all got too crazy, and I felt things I couldn’t take back.

I said that like it wasn’t already too late.

I took a deep breath and looked around. There was nothing I could do in here as everything was being unpacked. It felt as though I’d been in Moorhaven for much longer than I had, and I had both too much to do and not enough. A lot of it now was observing and making sure everything went to plan, which meant I felt as though I was at a loose end today.

There was a lot happening.

But not… for me to do. Which was a weird feeling. I’d spent the last two days finalising everything and I couldn’t believe Cam did this as many times as she did.

I had a headache from it all.

“Camilla.”

I turned at the sound of Henry’s voice. “Hey.”

He smiled warmly, letting me know everything was okay. “Hey. Have you spoken to Nancy today? She was looking for you this morning.”

I paused. “No. She hasn’t come looking for me, either, and I’ve been here for an hour.”

“Oh.”

“She wants you to go to her office.” Hugo leaned against the doorframe with a smirk.

My heart fluttered.

“I’d rather die,” I muttered, turning away from them both. “I’m too busy to go running around after her. She knows exactly where I am.”

“Well, I’m not passing that message on,” Henry said from behind me. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Yes, keep that woman as far away from me as possible.” I picked my clipboard up off the nearest table and looked at it. “Who is Anthony and where can I find him?” I asked them, looking over my shoulder at them.

“He’s one of the footmen,” Hugo replied. “Why do you need him?”

“He’s in charge of the tables. I need to talk to him.”

“I think he’s outside,” Henry said. “Dad needed him this morning to clean one of the cars.”