Right Number, Wrong Girl

Henry snorted.

“Then again, that’s probably an insult to goats. They have better manners.” I reached forwards and grabbed everything from the table, then stuffed it into the oversized tote I’d brought with me. My phone showed a notification from Camilla, but I ignored that as I shoved it into my handbag and pulled out a notepad and pen. I scribbled down my name—Camilla’s name—and my number, then handed it to Henry.

“She’s forward,” Hugo remarked smarmily.

I wasn’t even going to look at him. “I didn’t organise the meeting with your grandmother before she left. I’m happy to come back whenever she’s ready to see me today, so please give this to whoever arranges her appointments.”

Henry grinned. “Can I keep it?”

“I’m only here for two or three days and don’t intend on coming back, but sure. As long as you don’t give it to him.” I nodded towards Hugo and walked to the door. “Goodbye, Lord Hugo. It was a displeasure.”

That smirk crept back onto his face. “Don’t worry, Miss Smith. We’ll be seeing plenty more of each other over the next couple of days.”

“I shall have to remember to bring a blindfold, then, won’t I?”

This time, the smirk didn’t fall. It stayed firmly plastered on his face, and his eyes flashed with silent laughter as he leaned back further into the sofa cushions.

“I’ll walk you out,” Henry said, fighting back a laugh. “Come on.”

“Thank you.” I followed Henry out of the room and through the humungous house to the front door where I slowly turned to him. “Thank you, and I’m sorry about the way I spoke to your brother. We had a rather unpleasant altercation yesterday evening in the pub.”

“For what it’s worth, most altercations with him are unpleasant.” Henry chuckled. “But I do already know. I was surprised when he told me it was you, though, given the situation.”

“Well, forgive me, but I didn’t know who he was.”

“He won’t hold it against you. He looks like he’s enjoying it,” he added. “Even if he isn’t, I most certainly am.”

My lips twitched. “Well, like I said, I won’t be here for too much longer, so I’ll be gone before you know it.”

“Seems like a shame.” He fought back a smile. “I’ll speak to Grandma when she gets back and give you a ring.”

“Thank you. If you can’t get through, leave a message. I do have a few calls to make.”

“All right, will do. I’ll see you later, Sophie.”

“Thank you… Henry.” I smiled and walked down the steps. “I’ll speak to you later.” I waved goodbye and walked over to my car where I threw my things into the backseat, then looked back at the house.

I could swear I saw Hugo looking out of one of the windows.

I gritted my jaw and got into my car, then drove away from Cavendish House.

Camilla had to get her butt back here.

As soon as possible.

CHAPTER SEVEN – SOPHIE

Grandma… But She’s Mentally, Like, Eight

Somehow, I managed to get all the information I needed. The bakery discussion was easily had, and the cake was booked, and a swift conversation resulted in my best friend apologising profusely about seven thousand times before I told her to shut up and give me the info for the decorating company.

Who knew there were companies who specialised in decorating for parties?

What happened to blowing up a few balloons and sellotaping a banner above the fireplace, huh?

That was a party in my book, thank you.

Unfortunately, the upper class did not consider that a party.