CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The ringing of the shop phone broke the long silence following Rosie’s comment. Nobody bothered answering it.
Charlotte wasn’t brave enough to risk being told to be quiet although she had a hundred questions. Such as why would Veronica suggest a make-up visit when she not only had accused Rosie of conspiring against Octavia but then made a formal complaint against her? And since when did Rosie believe anything Veronica said? And what was Jonas doing at the garden centre and why was Veronica in a flap and why was Henry taking photos of cars?
“Charlotte. I think now would be good.”
Trev stared at her as she pushed through the fog of her thoughts.
“Sorry. Did I miss something?”
His expression was blank.
“Darling, Trev asked if he could see the picture of me Henry t
