![]() ![]() It’s an ordeal as she’s right in the middle of selling her trendy line of pet clothing to a major department store and can’t exactly delay the negotiations. I’m here indefinitely helping my brother, Mac, and his wife, Freya, because Freya was restricted to bed rest with her pregnancy midway through her second trimester. “Your brother is excited to show you off to his football friends, so you need to feel gorgeous.” My nose twitches with nerves because this event will be my first proper night out since arriving in London three weeks ago. “Sloan! Tilly Logan is speaking blasphemy in our shop.” Sloan Harris’ voice cuts through the fabric curtain next, also another American. ![]() I could have just popped over to Primark and found something cheap and easy,” I add as I struggle to slip the dress on. “You really didn’t have to go to all this trouble. “You’re Freya’s sister-in-law, which means you’re a VIP and have to look gorgeous for this charity gala on Friday.” I cringe and try to shake away my guilt over Freya’s friend’s generosity. “Sorry, I’m just really excited,” the person that I can now identify as Leslie Clarke answers back. ![]() ![]() “Erm…I’m still naked,” I reply as I pull the dress off the hanger. How’s that gown fitting?” an American accent calls through the thick curtain of my dressing room. ![]()
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