Chapter 14Drew
The next day saw us all scrambling to get ourselves and the townhouse ready for guests. Mrs. Harris, our housekeeper, was putting together a scrumptious meal. She had been with the family for ages, and when Robin and I had bought this house, she’d assured Mum she’d take care of us. Today she’d made sprout remoulade and baked salmon fillet with pickled cranberries, parsley, and pistachios. And for afters, we’d have sour cherry and marzipan chrysanthemum pastry with clotted cream.
And if St John expressed surprise at the quality of food—I’d bloody well send him packing back to that father of his.
“I’m going to drive round to Cilla’s house,” Tre said as he took a last sip of his tea. “She’s going to love this.” Cilla would be joining us for luncheon and the visit to the Hous
