“Me and Georgia will start the crowdfunding campaign, if you’d like?” asked Olivia, finally joining in. “And Evey will help – she’s a businesswoman now.”
“You’re not going to be here, Livvy,” said Georgia, “remember?”
Nick looked up at Olivia, who looked so pretty in her dress. “Are you leaving us, Livvy?” He was confused. Only on Thursday Georgia had told him how miserable Olivia was at the thought of losing Jamal.
“Yeah,” replied Olivia. “I’m going to Windsor with Jammy tomorrow morning.”
He looked at Georgia, who, surprisingly, didn’t look that upset, which he thought she would. “Well, congratulations. Jamal’s a lovely bloke. I hope it all works out for you. Come back and visit us, though, yes?”
It was approaching twelve o’clock. The soup and bread were ready and waiting to be serv
