It wasn"t until late in the evening that I arrived back at The Hall. Serena had called me twice whilst I was away. The first time to say that she was bored, and the second to tell me that her hairstylist was coming; again! Serena"s hair was almost as important as her fashion designs; requiring infinite attention. As Joseph, my long-suffering, stolid butler, greeted me at the door I heard the shrill sound of playful voices coming from somewhere inside.
“We have unexpected company, my Lord.” If Joseph was uneasy with anything he addressed me as he had just done. More often than not he was in absolute command over the house and then I was referred to as plain "sir".
Serena bounced towards me, on the tips of her toes, as though she was a ballerina performing little pas de chat steps. She was
