The guest room was beautifully decorated, with a gorgeous cream and cornflower blue walls split with thin molding. The room consisted of a double bed, white round bedside tables on either side, a set of drawers on which sat a wicker basket of essentials and an ensuite basket. It was smaller than Frankie was accustomed to, much smaller, yet she liked it, it was cosy. The window gave a view of the back garden, which was beautifully tended. Still, she found herself on edge, biting her nails sporadically. Brittany had been so off with her last night, she couldn't help but feel unwanted. Something bugged Frankie. She knew Brittany's family had money, the house was stunning, but more than that, Brittany had told her as much. If she had as much money as Frankie was led to believe, where were the
