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looked out on the lake with the majestic Alps as a backdrop.
    â€˜That view is amazing,’ she said, running to get her camera.
    â€˜Look at all the marquees over there,’ Alice-Miranda said. ‘That must be the racetrack.’
    â€˜Wow!’ Millie snapped away, taking pictures from every angle.
    â€˜It looks tiny but I suppose that’s just because the lake is enormous,’ Jacinta said. She and Sloane had already unpacked and had come to work out where they should go exploring first.
    Everyone had been shown to their rooms by Brigitte and was busy settling into their sumptuous accommodation. Shilly and Dolly each had their own rooms at the end of the corridor, with Sloane and Jacinta bunked in together next door to Mrs Oliver. Pippa and Hamish came next and had volunteered to have Sep and Lucas in their spare room, while Millie and Alice-Miranda’s bedroom adjoined the sitting room of Hugh and Cecelia’s gorgeous suite. The entire wing had its own separate entrance hall from the hotel corridor.
    â€˜What do you think, kids?’ Cecelia said, poking her head in from the sitting room.
    â€˜It’s heavenly,’ Jacinta gushed, falling back onto the puffy duvet on Millie’s bed.
    Sep walked into the room, waving a brochure, with Lucas right behind him. ‘Hey, have you guys seen this?’
    â€˜What is it?’ Millie asked, turning away from the window to take his picture.
    â€˜Well, you know how they have the bobsleighrun here?’ Sep said excitedly. ‘There’s this other, even madder thing called the –’
    â€˜Cresta,’ Hugh said, striding into the room. ‘Riders race headfirst down an ice track on little sleds.’
    â€˜Headfirst,’ Lucas gasped. ‘Cool!’
    Sloane shuddered.
    â€˜Is there an age limit for that too?’ Lucas asked.
    Sep scanned the page and nodded. ‘You have to be eighteen years old and apparently girls aren’t allowed to do it at all.’
    â€˜What? That’s stupid!’ Millie protested. ‘Girls can do anything boys can. I wonder who made that rule.’
    â€˜Daddy, can we go and watch the people on the Cresta?’ Alice-Miranda asked. ‘Even if we can’t do it, it would be fun to see.’
    Hugh nodded. ‘I’d love to. I might even have a go myself.’
    â€˜You most certainly will not, Hugh Kennington-Jones,’ Cecelia said, shaking her head. ‘We need you in one piece.’
    Hugh pouted and blinked his big brown eyes.
    â€˜Don’t even try that puppy-dog look on me,’ Cecelia said, wagging her finger. ‘It won’t work.’
    But there was a cheeky glint in Hugh’s eye that neither of the boys missed. He gave the lads a wink.
    â€˜I’m going to make a suggestion,’ Cecelia announced brightly. ‘Why don’t you kids go and explore the hotel while us oldies rest for half an hour? We’re due at Herr Fanger’s cocktail party at six o’clock, so you can meet us in the lobby at five to. Just don’t leave the hotel. We can go for a walk around the village after dinner.’
    â€˜That’s a good idea, Mummy,’ Alice-Miranda said, hopping off her bed.
    â€˜Don’t forget to take your key.’ Cecelia handed her daughter a swipe card that was sitting on the dressing table.
    â€˜I’ll get the lift,’ Millie called, rushing off ahead of the others.
    The hallway was lined with ornate antique armoires, side tables and lamps. Millie pressed the button and waited while the others caught up. As the bell dinged, the doors slid open and Frau Doerflinger strode out, clutching a red folder to her chest.
    Millie smiled up at her. ‘Hel–’
    But the woman turned on her heel and stalked to the end of the hall.
    â€˜â€“lo.’ Millie scoffed and pulled a face. ‘Lovely to see you again too, Frau Doerflinger.’
    â€˜Wow, she’s not exactly