Chapter Five
At 9am, and with her head banging from the previous night’s excesses, Emilia texted Cara.
“Was it the drink talking or a plan?”
Ten minutes later, Cara responded: “Drink talking, but it’s a great plan. What does Lil say?”
“Will text now. Hold on.”
“Lillian, shall we do it?”
Within two minutes, Lillian confirmed they should. “Yes!! Already planning food for war meeting!!!”
“Lil in,” Emilia texted Cara.
“Really?! Surprised at that.”
“Ur not alone.”
“C U later.”
“xx.”
Emilia slipped the phone into the back pocket of her jeans and turned her attention to the cupboard in the tack room. “This is ridiculous,” she mumbled, realising her horse actually had more medicines and cosmetics than she possessed in her entire home. Taking up the entirety of two shelves were cans of
