Within an hour, my dad and I had had a chat all about what I could and could not say to the couple, who I heard were Jonathan and Clarissa Ghellini. We needed to come to the agreement that the order, whatever it was, would be best on the twenty seventh of March next year. This was all meaningless to me, but I was sure that situations like this in the future would make a lot more sense to me. I had now packed lightly for the weekend ahead, including some evening wear I'd been told I would need - a silver dress with a heart shaped neckline. Now I was watching Harry walk out of his house holding a small suitcase. He'd just spent fifteen minutes packing.
"Ready to go?" asked Harry, sliding into the driver's seat of his dad's silver Audi. I watched him do his seatbelt up and run his fingers t
