Robert was talking into an old green Post Office phone, which sat on a stunning glass sideboard that Alice had dragged me to worship at Heal’s in London. I couldn’t remember the name of the designer, but she’d had tears of pure joy in her eyes as she’d lovingly opened and shut the drawers in the ...
The air outside was damp, and I pulled my collar up around my neck and set off with my head down against the chill. I’d no sooner taken five steps than I bumped into someone heading toward the Academy. “So sorry!” I began, stumbling back in full apology mode. “I wasn’t looking—Oh.” It was Jamie, ...
Under normal circumstances, the Bonneville was so tightly staffed that you rarely saw three cleaners on the same floor, let alone five in one function room. I reckoned Laurence must have let something slip. He was a bit of a shameless star-spotter himself, though he pretended modern stars weren’t...