He thanked Stevie before he left, showing no sign of being upset at being snapped by Amber. Amber retreated to the bar and was soon chatting to Tom and a few other guests who had left the dark garden to stand around near the bar instead. "Stephanie." Stevie turned to find Lady Beryl bearing down on her like a galleon in full sail. "Lady Beryl." "I have some questions to ask you. Who is that woman with the red hair that's taking photos of people?" "That's Amber. From Cause Celeb." "The magazine that's like Tattler?" "That's the one." Lady Beryl drew herself up to her full height. "She has not taken a photo of me and my husband." "Oh dear," said Stevie. "I'm sure she meant to. Why don't you go ask her?" "What? And beg to have my photo taken? No Stephanie. You will ask her." Stevie sighed. "Okay. She's in the bar. You find Lord Grayingham. I'll ask her." "I would prefer to be photographed in the library," said Lady Beryl. "We shall wait in there." Stevie considered running off to a different part of the house.
