While Camilla and Bradford are jet-setting between Tenerife and Malta and Jullian and Grace are in London, back in Cheshire, a little trouble is brewing.
Lloyd's phone rang at 6 a.m. Saturday morning.
"Hello?" he asked, groggy from getting to sleep late the previous night.
"Lloyd, It's me," Maybelle announced.
"Who's me?" he asked, soft enough so as not to wake up his wife.
Too late, Meghan sat up straight. Hearing the female voice on the other end, her ears perked up.
From the last incident, Meghan didn't want to jump to conclusions. She trusted her husband and so sat quietly as he spoke.
Seeing his wife awake, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. "Morning my beautiful petal," he mouthed.
"It's Maybelle!" she said excitedly.
"Maybelle? What on earth?" he aske
