catch up. She needed a shower. And a cup of tea. And probably a big, fat, greasy bacon and egg roll. Her stomach growled in agreement. She was starving.
She found her clothes and her shampoo and all the other things she needed in the morning in order to look respectable and bundled them up. But where was the bathroom? Pulling out her short satin kimono, she slipped it on before heading to the door. She hadn’t had a chance to figure out how this huge house worked last night. All she’d seen was that big long room with the fireplace and the ballroom where the party had been held.
How had she managed to find her way up here?
Peeking out through the door, she saw a long, deserted hallway. There had to be a bathroom somewhere. Padding silently along the wooden floor, she counted doors so she’d know how to get back. With relief, she spotted a door that had a picture of a shower on it, with the word Bathroom . Thank goodness these people had had the foresight to imagine half-naked women wandering the halls looking for a bathroom and labelled their doors.
Slipping in, Olivia was greeted by an enormous room. On one side was a wooden vanity unit with a large mirror, and at the end of the room, under the window, was an enormous copper bathtub. And that was it. No shower. Just a sink and a tub.
Sighing, she put her things on the vanity and took another look at her disgraceful state before shaking her head and heading for the bathtub. A bath was no match for a shower. Standing beneath hard rushing water and soaking your head was the only fix for a hangover as big as this one. But there was no shower—only this enormous tub that would probably take six days to fill.
Olivia tried to piece together the events of last night as the hot water ran loudly and the steam rose.
She remembered the uncomfortable car-ride with Edward and the sight of this enormous castle. She also remembered Fiona and how upset she was. She’d told Edward, warned him not to be mean to her friend. A little niggle of regret nipped at her. Was it really Edward’s fault his family were mean? But then...Bunny. Laughing at her. Making her feel awkward and stupid.
The party had swirled around her and she remembered the champagne—how many glasses had she drunk? Then Chester/Hester/Casper and the man with the beautiful skin. She’d finally started having some fun until Edward had come and scared them away. Then...then he’d taken her outside.
The bathtub was filling quickly. She splashed some water onto her face.
The terrace. She was looking at the stars. The saucepan was upside down.
Then...then...
Oh, no.
No.
She remembered cuddling Edward. He’d said something nice. Recited poetry. Surely she hadn’t fallen for poetry? But Edward didn’t like her. No—he’d pushed her away. She felt the rush of heat rise up her neck. He’d pushed her away. She must have thrown herself at him.
She shed her kimono and lowered herself into the water. It felt so good and she hoped it would wash a little of her shame away. She found a facecloth and soaked it in the water, placing it over her face. Maybe she could hide up here all day. She didn’t want to face Fiona. Or Will. Or Bunny. Or Edward. Definitely not Edward.
How could she be so stupid? How drunk had she been last night?
Half an hour later Olivia knew she couldn’t hide any longer. Her hair was washed, her body clean and her fingers were starting to wrinkle. Quickly she climbed out and rubbed a soft towel over her skin before slipping into her clothes and wrapping the towel around her hair.
Questions about last night still lingered. Like how she’d found her way to her bedroom. And what had happened after she’d thrown herself at Edward?
Peeking out of the door, she decided to make a run for it. She counted the doors and was in the comfort of her bedroom in seconds. She had to go downstairs. She couldn’t hide up here all day. Fiona had said something about wedding get-to-know-you activities, or
She found her clothes and her shampoo and all the other things she needed in the morning in order to look respectable and bundled them up. But where was the bathroom? Pulling out her short satin kimono, she slipped it on before heading to the door. She hadn’t had a chance to figure out how this huge house worked last night. All she’d seen was that big long room with the fireplace and the ballroom where the party had been held.
How had she managed to find her way up here?
Peeking out through the door, she saw a long, deserted hallway. There had to be a bathroom somewhere. Padding silently along the wooden floor, she counted doors so she’d know how to get back. With relief, she spotted a door that had a picture of a shower on it, with the word Bathroom . Thank goodness these people had had the foresight to imagine half-naked women wandering the halls looking for a bathroom and labelled their doors.
Slipping in, Olivia was greeted by an enormous room. On one side was a wooden vanity unit with a large mirror, and at the end of the room, under the window, was an enormous copper bathtub. And that was it. No shower. Just a sink and a tub.
Sighing, she put her things on the vanity and took another look at her disgraceful state before shaking her head and heading for the bathtub. A bath was no match for a shower. Standing beneath hard rushing water and soaking your head was the only fix for a hangover as big as this one. But there was no shower—only this enormous tub that would probably take six days to fill.
Olivia tried to piece together the events of last night as the hot water ran loudly and the steam rose.
She remembered the uncomfortable car-ride with Edward and the sight of this enormous castle. She also remembered Fiona and how upset she was. She’d told Edward, warned him not to be mean to her friend. A little niggle of regret nipped at her. Was it really Edward’s fault his family were mean? But then...Bunny. Laughing at her. Making her feel awkward and stupid.
The party had swirled around her and she remembered the champagne—how many glasses had she drunk? Then Chester/Hester/Casper and the man with the beautiful skin. She’d finally started having some fun until Edward had come and scared them away. Then...then he’d taken her outside.
The bathtub was filling quickly. She splashed some water onto her face.
The terrace. She was looking at the stars. The saucepan was upside down.
Then...then...
Oh, no.
No.
She remembered cuddling Edward. He’d said something nice. Recited poetry. Surely she hadn’t fallen for poetry? But Edward didn’t like her. No—he’d pushed her away. She felt the rush of heat rise up her neck. He’d pushed her away. She must have thrown herself at him.
She shed her kimono and lowered herself into the water. It felt so good and she hoped it would wash a little of her shame away. She found a facecloth and soaked it in the water, placing it over her face. Maybe she could hide up here all day. She didn’t want to face Fiona. Or Will. Or Bunny. Or Edward. Definitely not Edward.
How could she be so stupid? How drunk had she been last night?
Half an hour later Olivia knew she couldn’t hide any longer. Her hair was washed, her body clean and her fingers were starting to wrinkle. Quickly she climbed out and rubbed a soft towel over her skin before slipping into her clothes and wrapping the towel around her hair.
Questions about last night still lingered. Like how she’d found her way to her bedroom. And what had happened after she’d thrown herself at Edward?
Peeking out of the door, she decided to make a run for it. She counted the doors and was in the comfort of her bedroom in seconds. She had to go downstairs. She couldn’t hide up here all day. Fiona had said something about wedding get-to-know-you activities, or
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