Chapter 12
Upstairs in the house was a lot less grandeur and old fashioned. It was more modern and tasteful, like Hollywood celebrity homes. Unexpected and airy above the noise and chaos below; Abby dragged her along a long row of doors to her own and unlocked it.
‘Rob made us all get locks on the doors to our personal rooms last year.’ She smiled, shaking her key so that it jingled, that dazzling beautiful smile aimed at Rose.’ When people get a bit drunk they tend to go wandering, and although nothing has ever been taken from here, it’s the thought of old drunk people having nookie in my room that bothered him.’ she laughed and led the way into a pink and cream decorated boudoir. Rose smiled in response, but she was far from feeling like it.