âYou donât even know that!â he spluttered, yet within seconds obviously remembered that we were supposed to promote this cuddly image of a close family. He forced a chuckle. âAh, my scoundrel of a younger brother⦠Richard was never much of a historian. Yes. His family lived in a small country house on the estate â since knocked downâwhilst the architects and builders set to work.â
Footsteps sounded up the stairwell nearest to us. Honey curls appeared.
âGood day, Abbey,â Edward said. âI trust that, um, your back no longer hurts.â
Blimey. He was making an effort for the cameras. âGood afternoon. Yes, tickety-boo now, thank you,â I replied. It was weird living somewhere so big that a whole day might pass before you bump into the other housemates.
âFather, the first episode of Million Dollar Mansion: the Final will be on in around an hour,â said Edward. âMembers of staff are congregating in the Parlour. I believe Kathleen has prepared tea and your favourite lemon crumb biscuits for everyone. We could all go over the plans for tomorrow before the beginning of the programme.â
âAaaaand cut,â said Gaynor and gave a rusty cough. âNo problem, darlings. We can continue the tour tomorrow, Lord Croxley â weâll still have time to edit it for Tuesdayâs show. And yes, fab work, everyoneâthose tales made Applebridge Hall come to life; made the whole place lessâ¦grey.â
However, the old man wasnât listening.
âRight, young ladyâ¦â he hissed to me and unplugged his mic, before doing the same to mine. âLetâs walk back the length of the Gallery and downstairs to the Parlour. On the way, you can explain to me why you know so little about the Croxley ancestors. Letâs hope to God that your cookery knowledge is better than your history.â
Crap. I took off my mic and we handed them to the cameraman. Gaynor and Roxy were still staring up at the ginormous portrait. Edward had disappeared, having muttered something about his blog.
âItâs as if youâre a complete stranger, Abigail,â said the Earl and glared. âThe Richard I used to know loved these old anecdotes. Estrangement or not, Iâm sure any daughter of his would be familiar with what her ancestors looked like and, in Godâs name, know the origins of how this place was built!â
âI⦠Yes⦠You seeâ¦â I stuttered.
âWell?â he said. âIâm waiting for what had better be a damn good explanation.â
LORD EDWARDâS E-DIARY
Sunday 2nd September
7p.m. Good evening, blog-readers, I trust you will soon settle down to watch this eveningâs show. No doubt you shall find footage of yesterdayâs events, including dinner, entertaining. Of course, it is somewhat edited, especially during these early days, whilst we get used to the cameras. And not everything is caught on film. As I suggested to you last night, Cousin Abigail is quite the dark horse â for a ladyâand even made Father chuckle. Erm, Iâve always thought this, of course
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