CHAPTER 25
“So, what do you want to know?” Dan leaned back in his chair and picked up his glass of wine.
“Everything,” Georgiana laughed.
They were the last two people left in the softly-lit TOCA restaurant on the mezzanine floor of their hotel, and were far too engrossed in conversation to notice the waiting staff silently willing them to hurry up and leave.
“Born and raised in London – Chelsea – and went to St Paul’s school.” He stopped when Georgiana snorted. “What?”
“Very swanky indeed,” she laughed.
“I hardly think you’re in a position to judge, Miss Bloom,” he grinned. “I’m not the one with a country pile that’s been in the family for generations.”
Georgiana smirked, “Fair point Mr Flowers. Do continue.”
“I’m an only child. Dad – Francis – is a globally renowned plastic surge
