Ally was on her way up to Chris’s house the next morning, passing a car sitting in a usually deserted lay-by. She thought nothing of it until it pulled out after her. “Phone, call Chris.” He answered quickly, “Hey Ally, are you on your way?” “I am. Now, not to be paranoid or anything but …
Chris pulled into the driveway of Ally's cottage and shook his head apologetically at her offer of dinner. "I'd love to spend the evening with you but I have to go. Mrs Rightmore texted earlier. She saw my parents in the village this afternoon and I'm sure they're going to be camped out in my …
Ally signed off from her call with a wave at the people on-screen and looked through her list of things to do as a result of the discussion. She fired off a couple of quick emails to get some tasks moving and flagged the rest for follow-up from home later, where she had the advantage …
Lexi looked guilty, "The only full-length things I own are formal." Paul looked at her dress with it's below-the-knee skirt, "Not all the stories in the house are pre 1900. I have a particular set of scenes in mind you'll be perfect for." He stood and started directing his troops. The first set of images …
Paul kept Lexi hopping with requests for information on the house, its layout, its history, its owner and more. Eventually she put her foot down and organised a conference between him, Simon and the three architects in order to lay out both the history and the possible futures of the house. She decided not to …
Paul got in touch with Lexi the next day, letting her know what was expected to be published and arranging an appointment to go through the photos with her to create a shortlist for Mrs Gresham’s approval. Lexi relayed the information to the rest of the family, and Ally braced herself for questions as the …
Mrs Gresham asked, "Around your age, thinning blond hair and a green coat?" Lexi looked puzzled, "No, age is probably about right but dark hair and his jacket is black or near enough." "Hmm, not the usual one then. Michael, when Steven arrives, tell him to bring the photographer lurking outside with him. They should …
The rest of Sunday was relatively undramatic. Simon wasn't fired upon, clothes and laptop were retrieved and a delayed meal enjoyed. As evening drew in, Simon once again played chauffeur, delivering Cesca to the station and Lexi to Ally's cottage before wending his own way home. Lexi had announced during the afternoon that she was …
Simon was politely prompt the next afternoon and handed Chris a bottle of wine at the door. He kept hold of a second bottle, champagne this time, 'for the birthday girl'. "Seriously though, I looked those three up last night. I get the very strong impression those magazines and gossip blogs don't know the half …
Simon shot Chris a double-barrelled glare. All his plans for his afternoon's entertainment had gone up in smoke thanks to his guests and now he was in the spotlight. Chris was oblivious, deep in conversation with the other two architects, while Ally and Lexi blocked an increasingly-frustrated Marge. Actually, that was looking fun. If there …
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