There’s another indistinct mumble. What’s wrong with this line?
“Josh?” I tap the receiver.
“Hi.” His voice suddenly breaks through more clearly. “Yeah. I’ll look into it.”
“So, shall I come over tonight?”
“You can’t go tonight!” Sadie appears out of nowhere. “It’s the fashion show! We’re getting the necklace!”
“I know,” I mutter, putting my hand over the receiver. “Afterward . I have a thing first,” I continue to Josh. “But I could come around ten?”
“Great.” Josh sounds distracted. “Thing is, I’ve got a work bash tonight.”
More work? He’s turning into a workaholic.
“OK,” I say understandingly. “Well, how about lunch tomorrow? And we can take it from there.”
“Sure,” he says after a pause. “Great.”
“Love you,” I say tenderly. “Can’t wait to see you.”
There’s silence.
“Josh?”
“Er… yeah. Me too. Bye, Lara.”
I put down the phone and sit back. I feel a bit dissatisfied, but I don’t know why. Everything’s fine. Everything’s good. So why does it feel like there’s something missing?
I want to call Josh back and say, “Is everything OK, do you want to talk?” But I mustn’t. He’ll think I’m obsessing, which I’m not; I’m just thinking. People are allowed to think, aren’t they?
Anyway. Whatever. Move on.
Briskly, I log on to my computer and find an email waiting in my in-box from Ed. Wow, that was quick off the mark.
Hi, twenties girl. Great evening last night. Re: your corporate travel insurance. Might want to look at this link. I’ve heard they’re good. Ed
I click on it and find a site offering reduced insurance rates for small companies. That’s just like him: I mention a problem once, and he instantly finds a solution. Feeling touched, I click Reply and briskly type an email:
Thanks, twenties guy I appreciate it. Hope you’re dusting off your London guide. PS: have you demonstrated the Charleston to your staff yet?
Immediately an answer pops back.
Is this your idea of blackmail?
I giggle and start browsing online to find a picture of a dancing couple to send him.
“What’s funny?” says Sadie.
“Nothing.” I close down the window. I won’t tell Sadie I’m emailing Ed. She’s so possessive, she might take it the wrong way. Or, even worse, start dictating endless emails full of stupid twenties slang.
She starts reading the Grazia that’s lying open on my desk and after a few moments orders me: “Turn.” This is her new habit. It’s quite annoying, in fact. I’ve become her page-turning slave.
“Hey, Lara!” Kate comes rushing into the office. “You’ve got a special delivery!”
She hands me a bright pink envelope printed with butterflies and ladybugs, with Tutus and Pearls emblazoned across the top. I rip it open, to find a note from Diamanté’s assistant.
Diamanté thought you might like this. We look forward to seeing you later!
It’s a printed sheet with details about the fashion show, together with a laminated card on a chain, reading VIP Backstage Pass . Wow. I’ve never been a VIP before. I’ve never even been an IP.
I turn the card over in my fingers, thinking ahead to this evening. Finally we’ll get the necklace! After all this time. And then-
My thoughts stop abruptly. Then… what? Sadie said she couldn’t rest until she got her necklace. That’s why she’s haunting me. That’s why she’s here. So when she gets it, what will happen? She can’t…
I mean, she won’t just…
She wouldn’t just … go ?
I stare at her, suddenly feeling a bit weird. This whole time, I’ve only been focused on getting the necklace. I’ve lost sight of what might happen beyond the necklace.
“Turn,” says Sadie impatiently, her eyes avidly fixed on an article about Katie Holmes. “Turn!”
In any case, I’m resolved: I’m not letting Sadie down this time. The minute I see this bloody necklace, I’m grabbing it. Even if it’s around someone’s neck. Even if I have to rugby-tackle them to the floor. I approach the Sanderstead Hotel feeling all hyped up. My feet are springy and my hands are ready to snatch.
“Keep your eyes peeled,” I mutter to Sadie as we walk through the bare white lobby. Ahead of us, two skinny girls in miniskirts and heels are heading toward a pair of double doors decorated with swags of pink silk and butterfly helium balloons. That must be it.