November 9th, 1990

November 9th, 1990

At home, England

Got up early and made breakfast, which I set up on the tray I found in my favourite little antique shop in Stony Stratford.

“Breakfast is served, madam,” I declared, placing the tray on the bed.

“Who’s a wee star?” Lorna cooed from under the duvet.

“Can I draw the curtains?”

“Aye go ahead, but do it slowly,” she laughed.

 I sat on the bed, munching on a slice of toast while Lorna tucked into scrambled eggs.

“You no having any?”

“No thanks, they’re all for you, madam. Besides, I have a dress I need to fit into.”

She laughed. “That David is going to have it made with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, between the dress and breakfast in bed, uff, he won’t know what’s hit him.”

The thought of it all flew through my head, causing me to smile. “I think you’re looking too far ahead.”

“Not at all,” she said, waving her hand. “I can see you marrying him and moving to LA.”

“Aye, you can barely say his name without your wee face lighting up.”

“You have the same reaction when you talk about Klaus.”

“Do I?”

“Uh-huh. It’s really sweet.”

“Well, I just hope your experience meeting the family is better than mine.”

“Shit, now I’m scared,” I laughed.

“I’m sure they’ll be lovely and you’ll look like a million bucks in your new dress.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Thanks to you,” she grinned, raising the tea cup. “Cheers honey bunny.”

“Cheers,” I laughed, clinking my china cup to hers.

“Now, let me get up, we still have to find you a pair of shoes.”


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