âPity Abbey couldnât drop by to see me off,â I said. âShe wouldnât believe what I look like now.â
âYes, itâs unfortunate she had to take her parents to the airport this morning.â
âAt least we spoke on the phone briefly last night. She couldnât stop talking about her trip.â I glanced sideways at Lady C. âIn fact, I didnât have time to ask her what she said to you on the phone, when we were in the park â about a school. Seeing as you canât remember.â
Lady C blushed. âOh, er, never mind. Right, letâs see⦠If you are expected to help in say a coffee shop,â she said, changing the subject, âdonât hesitate to contact me if youâre expected to bake. I have files of recipes.â
I opened the flatâs front door. Roses in her cheeks, Lady C gave me a quick hug.
âThe best of British, dear. Now remember, most importantlyâ¦â
âThe three Ms: Modesty, Manners and no Men.â For some reason my eyes tingled. âDo you, um, think weâve done enough? In such a short time?â
âHard work can achieve great things, Gemma, and Iâve been incredibly impressed by your commitment. As long as you donât dunk your bread in soup or chew your hair orââ
âInterrupt people?â I, um, interrupted.
We both smiled and I made my way to the lift.
Right. Get into character, Gemma. This could, in the words of Abbey, be super fun! Little old me was going to see how the other half lived. Iâd ring bells for coffee, eat off silver and servants would have to avoid eye contact and bow. For two whole weeks I wouldnât have to clean or iron. At the most Iâd serve cream teas to the The Little People (previously me!) who, in awe of the Croxley name, would hang on my every word. Although Lady C kept hinting that I might be expected to bake, I was sure the local shops would sell scones and the like â I could just raid their supplies.
As the lift approached the ground floor, I chuckled at the idea of me ordering people around. What was I like? Living like that would be the pits. Hopefully the servants (just saying that word felt wrong) would be like family and I could still make myself Cup-a-Soups and Pot Noodles. The real challenge would be resisting the temptation to tell them who I really was. I took a deep breath. Stiff upper lip, as Lady C would say.
As for servants and bells⦠well, from what the Earl had told Abbeyâs dad, Applebridge Hall had suffered from years of financial problems. Entering this competition was a last drastic measure. For getting to the final, the Earl had already won twenty-five thousand pounds, to put into motion plans for how the place would eventually start earning its own keep. Iâd said that was a mega amount of money. Abbey soon put me right.
âOh, no, Gemma,â sheâd insisted. âThatâs nothing, in terms of running a mansion. Maintenance costs for one year would see that gone â and thatâs without repairing the roof or completing the rewiring. Then thereâs damp, rising gardening costs and, as for the internal renovations⦠Tapestries and ceilings need refreshing and apparently Uncleâs desperate to reupholster much of the furniture. Metres and metres of brickwork should be re-pointedâ¦â
Still, I couldnât wait to see the place and strode out into the sunshine.
âYoo-hoo!â called a voice. âAbigail Croxley?â
I looked at my watch again.
âMiss Croxley?â
Eek! That was me. I shook myself to attention and looked up. A skinny woman with red hair, carrying a clipboard, waved from next to a big shiny black car, parked up by the side of the road. Chin not too high or low, shoulders back, I strolled over.
âHow do you do?â I said in a controlled voice, and held out my hand.
âOh, erm, good, thanks.â She grinned and grasped my fingers, pumping them up and down. âIâm Roxyâthe production assistant. We spoke on the phone yesterday.â
Stomach twisting, I nodded. What if, face-to-face, my pretend accent sounded weird? But then, after all this time living with Abbey, I stood as good a chance as anyone of mimicking a posh voice.
âWeâd better get a move on,â she continued, speaking at top-speed. âThe TV crews at Applebridge Hall are on standby. My boss, Gaynor, the director, hates it if people are late. Footage of your arrival will have to be edited, ready for screening on tomorrowâs Sunday night show.â She grinned. âWelcome aboard the roller coaster that is Million Dollar Mansion!â
She lugged my case over to the car boot. Iâd never met anyone who spoke so fast. A chauffeur in a smart cap and suit got out and opened the door for me. The only time Iâd seen anyone dressed like that was at a mateâs hen night, but trusted (nay, prayed!) this old codger wouldnât perform a striptease.
While Roxy got in around the other side, I concentrated hard to get into the car just right. The rules were⦠legs first, knees closed at all times⦠Phew. Job done. No knickers flashed.
The door closed behind me. I looked to my left and smiled at Roxy. She ended a phone call as the chauffeur loaded my luggage, got in and we pulled away.
âWhen was the last time you visited Applebridge Hall?â she asked warmly, while scribbling notes.
âOnly last year,â I said, chest feeling all tight. I wasnât used to telling such bare-faced lies and in my mind frantically went over what Lady C called my âremitâ â a mega fancy word for the task Iâve been given, namely pretending to be one of a happy Croxley clan. In an email to Abbey, Lord Edward said she should act as if the family often met up. All members of staff would play along, as the future of Applebridge Hall â and their jobs â depended on it.
âRecently, Iâve been terribly busy in catering and am so looking forward to taking time out to visit my uncle again. Iâd be interested to know the arrangements for when I arrive,â I continued, articulating every word as if I was the Speaking Clock.
âQuite a, erm, character, isnât he, the Earl?â she said and glanced sideways at me.
Really? I was dying to probe her further but another of Lady Câs rules was never to appear over-familiar.
âAlthough Lord Edwardâs not half-bad.â She winked. âDefinite eye-candy for the girls.â
âI wouldnât know about that,â I said stiffly. Uncomfortable as it was, good old English reserve was useful if stuck for words.
Roxy rummaged in her jeans pocket and pulled out some fruit pastilles. She held out the packet. âI never have time to eat these days â fancy sharing my breakfast?â
âThatâs very kind, but no, thank you,â I said, remembering what Lady C said about never eating on the go. On the other hand, I didnât want to offend herâ¦
âWhat a, um, charming bracelet,â I said and pointed to her wrist.
âOh, ta.â She grinned. âMy fiancé gave it to me.â
âFiancé? Oh, of course, I didnât see the ring.â It was no Elizabeth Taylor rock, but, nevertheless, a mega diamond to me. âAmaaaaazinâ,â I cooed. Oops. I caught Roxyâs eye. Her lip twitched. We giggled and then quickly I recovered my stuffy act. âMy flatmate⦠thatâs um, one of her words,â I said. âOccasionally, I pick up these things.â
Roxy examined her wedding finger. âMy boyfriend proposed in New York. Although I donât suppose this compares to the huge pendants and tiaras youâve grown up with.â
âThe, um, setting is utterly exquisite,â I said. âItâs a ring Iâd be proud to wear.â
Roxy eyes crinkled at the corners. She held up her clipboard and flicked through the paperwork quick-smart. âThe arrangements, letâs see⦠Late morning arrival â greetings with family and staff. Then youâll have a little private time before, at one oâclock, your uncle and cousin make a special announcement.â
âWhat about?â I said.
âThe business idea theyâve come up with, to save Applebridge Hall. Lord Edward has been hinting about it on his blog.â She grinned. âGaynor had to work on him for ages before heâd agree to spill his thoughts and feelings on-line. But, to be fair, heâs gone for it with gusto and is determined itâll attract more fans and contribute to Applebridge Hallâs success.â
Ah, yes â Edwardâs E-diary. Last night Lady C and I had taken a peek. His tone sounded a bit old-fashioned but, to my surprise, he seemed mega friendly towards the blog-readers.
âAnd this announcementâ¦?â I said airily.
Roxyâs eyes twinkled. âDonât you know anything about it?â
âNo. Cousin Edward, he, um, wanted it to be a surprise.â Better not mention the coffee shop, seeing as other people didnât know yet.
She shrugged. âEven the crew and I donât know for sure. Weâve only just returned to the properties, since the preliminary rounds.â Roxy consulted her clipboard again. âTonight, at seven, youâll be having dinnerâ¦â She shot me a look. âLook, can I give you a tip, Abigail? Woman to woman?â
âDo call me Abbey,â I said and squished back into the comfy seat. Thank God these media types didnât stand on ceremony. In fact, so far, so bloominâ good. My false accent hadnât been rumbled. This speaking malarkey was manageable as long as I gave it more Toff than TOWIE.
âAbbeyâyou seem pretty down-to-earth. If you really want your family to winâ¦â She threw her hands into the air. âFor Godâs sake, sex things up!â