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face. ‘Sisters.’
    ‘Tell me about it,’ I
giggled. I was the hard working, responsible one. Mandy was the flighty party
girl. She worked as a makeup artist for one of the major production studios and
was always coming into contact with film and TV stars, amazing me with tales of
her antics with them. She hadn’t done anything to ease the feeling that I was
missing out, that was for sure. She grinned as I walked over to her and she
linked arms with me.
    ‘At last, I get you all
to myself and can grill you to a crisp. You’re hiding something. Are you
preggers?’
    ‘No,’ I shot her a
horrified look. ‘Babies aren’t on our timeline for at least another eight
years. Our careers are more important.’
    ‘God you two are so
regimented, uptight and repressed. You need to learn to chill and go with the
flow.’
    ‘And where would the
world be if everyone did that?’ I scoffed, as we followed Anita to the private
lift and she swiped the card for us, before handing it over to me.
    ‘I concur
wholeheartedly,’ she smiled. ‘There’s a place for order in a chaotic world.
Now, you have two hours to relax before I show your guests up for dinner.
There’s a fully stocked bar and Gaston is your personal butler, he will see to
anything that you need. There’s a touch screen in each room, just press “Butler
Service” and he’ll respond immediately, 24/7. I’ve set your morning alarm for
9.30 a.m. for breakfast in your dining room. You have time to relax and make
the most of the suite facilities until a light lunch at 12.30 p.m. If you’re
tense, call me and I’ll have a masseuse come straight up. Hair and beauty will
be with you at 1.30 p.m. and I’ll escort you down to the gardens at 2.45 p.m.
ready for the ceremony at 3 p.m. Now the flowers and …’
    ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. She
gets it, you rock, everything’s organised to perfection, but that’s what she’s
paying you for. She doesn’t need a running commentary,’ Mandy interrupted with
a roll of her eyes. ‘We’d just like to head up and kick back with a glass of
champagne, poured by the hopefully naked and gorgeous Gaston. Now if you can
organise that by the time we make it up to the sixth floor, I’ll be
super impressed and tell Brady to give you an extra tip.’ Anita stared at her
for a moment, trying to work out if she was being serious, which she totally
was. Sometimes my little sister had no idea.
    ‘She’s joking of
course. You’ve been amazing, Anita. See you in the morning and thank you.’
    ‘Thank you, Miss
Roberts. You have my number if you need to go through anything. I don’t want
you to be at all stressed.’
    ‘Trust me, half a
bottle of champagne and a comfy sofa, there’ll be no stress,’ Mandy added as she
hustled me into the open lift and pressed the door close button, waving to
Anita as she disappeared from view. ‘Thank God for that, talk about uptight and
repressed. That girl needs a good fuck to loosen her up.’
    ‘I think I do too,’ I
concurred, looking at her sadly as we were whisked up to the top floor.
    ‘I knew it! I knew
something was wrong. We’ll get Gaston to open that champagne and you can tell
me all about it.’
    We were both open
mouthed as we walked into the Signature suite. I’d stayed in some luxury hotels
before, Brady and I earned good money and with no children we could afford to
splurge, but this was unbelievable. We had a fountain in our own lobby, it was
crazy. When the double doors swung open to the lounge, with a panoramic view of
Green Park and private balcony, Mandy and I just halted in our tracks to try
and take it all in.
    ‘Jesus,’ she breathed,
as we looked around. ‘This is something else. How much did this set you back?’
    ‘I’ve no idea, I put my
money into our joint wedding fund and Brady’s handled it all, but it looks like
I owe him some extra. I mean this is … famous people stay here. They even had
Nevada 6 sharing this suite while they were playing Wembley