Elena
We have arrived in London, and I forgot it was winter over here.
The drive back to the villa in Kensington has my stomach in knots and I am fraught with nerves. Ilse will be so upset with me! She will give me that disapproving look until she was ready to forgive me, and I do not blame her.
Sebastian has not uttered another word to me, and I don t know if I was thankful for the silence or disappointed. His phone rings as we near the villa, "Sebastian," he answers his phone monotonously, and I am left wondering again what type of boss he was. "No, I haven t forgotten about the dinner, Sarah. I ll be in the office in the next hour or two, bring the figures along and we can go over it while we wait for Darcy."
Excuse me, what? Sarah, as in his mistress?