Chapter FifteenSunday passes in a blur. After presenting Peter with his gift over breakfast, and a quick trip to the shops for the necessary supplies, party preparations take up most of my afternoon.
It’s just after six when the doorbell rings and I can see Caroline and Alice walk up past the kitchen window, straight towards the door. Shortly after, Jean follows from the rear of the car.
Shit, they’re here!
“Shall I get it?” Peter asks.
I turn around, my hands still covered in meat marinade and give him a grateful nod. “If you could.”
Taking a deep breath, I continue to transfer the chicken kebabs one-by-one from their plastic tray into the grill. Oh well, I may not be the best hostess, as demonstrated by the fact that I’m still messing about with food when my guests are at the door,
