Meet Clara Andrews: A Totally Vacuous Girl With A Hangover... - Plot & Excerpts
Without saying a word, she begins piling our table with salads, smoked salmon, scones and a lovely new bottle of ice cold champagne. Oliver thanks the steward and discreetly slips her a wad of notes. ‘I could get used to this!’ I drain the contents of my glass and pick up a small salad pot. ‘You still haven’t given me a reason why you have done this?’ ‘I like to travel in style.’ Oliver refills my glass and pulls a salmon baguette towards him. I am tipsy enough to want to probe further, but nowhere near drunk enough to have the balls to do it. It has been a long time since I took a trip up to Manchester. My Dad used to drag us back up there all the time when I was younger, but it has been years since I last visited. I can’t believe we are nearly there! Two hours travelling time is insanely fast. I remember being squashed in the back of Dad’s hatchback for hours on end, with only Mum’s revolting cheese and pickle sandwiches for company.
What do You think about Meet Clara Andrews: A Totally Vacuous Girl With A Hangover...?
