What is it?' The committee was reviewing items to be ordered for the dinner when Olivia singled out the wine Amy had selected to be the red option for each table. Amy had given her the job of liaising with the wine merchant. 'It’s the house red,' Amy replied nonchalantly. She was determinedly not looking at Olivia, instead carefully studying the agenda laid out in front of her on the blond wood of the conference table at the Society’s HQ. 'You can’t order the house red.' Olivia was clearly affronted. Like two particularly useless henchmen, Binky and Darcy sat on either side of her, each engrossed in their own activities. Amy wondered if these two women ever left their leader’s vicinity. 'House?' drawled Binky. 'Isn’t The Dorchester a hotel?' 'Look,' Olivia’s tone became low, patronising. 'I know you’re not accustomed to these things, but this calibre of event. It calls for a higher standard than what you might be used to.
