***James***
"Okay...this is really not bad, Rob, great work!" Joel says, nodding happily. It is half nine on the Saturday morning and Serena, Joel, Christa and I are in the kitchen, where my father has once again in my life, made everyone a great bacon sandwich.
"Is it the fact it's grilled? Is it the bacon? I can't imagine you guys getting cheap bacon..." Joel muses before he takes another bite.
"Magic exists in this life, Joel," my father says with a wink.
"So, where is Lottie? Is she plotting my demise?" Christa asks, a few stools down. We all chuckle at this.
"Ballet and horse riding," I tell her, scrolling my phone and looking intently at my search results.
"Hey, Mr Sociable, what are you doing?" Joel asks me, clicking his fingers in front of my face.
"I am researching charitie
