Margaret

Kylie was standing in a pop-up tent getting a spray tan. She had begged the girl who was doing it for the lightest tan possible, the last thing she wanted was to be 'Tangoed'. She stood there in paper knickers, wondering what Richie would say when she appeared to him in a totally different colour. She did know that he loved her creamy skin and those horrible freckles. Oh well, if he didn't like it, it was tough.

It was Ellie's turn next; she had wanted to go and see the chapel as soon as they got to the manor.

"Oh, Ellie darling, let's not go just yet." Rosslyn said, "Francis has got workmen in, something to do with the electrics and half the floor is up. He said it would all be finished by tomorrow afternoon for our rehearsal. "We don't want you tripping over the holes in the floor; they have had to take lots of the stone flags up." Rosslyn held her breath. That was the last place that Ellie needed to go, the florists were still there decorating the chapel,