Chapter Seven: Faking
"That Lord Turnton is a complete fake," Marilyn said angrily, pushing her egg around the plate.
It was morning and Melia had slept fitfully. She was tired as she looked at her hostess across the table.
Melia had left the Ball in distress, but she had been right about the limo driver - he was waiting in line outside the Conference Rooms and was happy to take her back to Marilyn's
house. Melia let herself in with the key that was hidden under the garden gnome at the front of the house, as she had been shown. She staggered upstairs and into bed.
When Marilyn arrived, an hour later, she joined her.
Without a word, Marilyn stripped off the party frock and lay down under the covers.
Melia was in her underwear too. She was relaxed about it, having two in one bed. It
