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ARIAVivian drove.She'd offered before Adrian could. She stood in his kitchen with her car keys in her hand and said, "I'll take her. You'll just sit outside the house and make that woman nervous."Adrian didn't argue. He looked at me."Okay," I said.So now I was in Vivian's car, on a road going north, with fields on both sides and a security car behind us that Ethan had insisted on. We didn't talk for the first hour. Vivian drove with both haChapter 181: New CaseADRIANShe didn't tell me at the party what the case was. She sat down on a plastic chair with her hand on her stomach, and Ava brought her water, and she drank it and said she was fine. Too much noodle. Too much dancing. Too much everything. I knelt in front of her chair anyway."Do you want to go home?""Not yet." She smiled at me. A real one. "Eli's still dancing."He was. With Margaret now. Standing on her shoes. Margaret's hat had come off and she didn't seem to care. I stayed on the floor next to her chair until the colour came back into her face. She kept her hand where it was steadily for. A few minutes.We went home at midnight to her flat and not mine. It was not the big house with the east wing. Third floor. The lift was broken. We carried Eli up between us, asleep, one arm round each of our necks, his notebook squashed between him and my chest.We put him in his bed. The dinosaur nightlight. The right colour. He woke up
Chapter 180. EvidenceARIAThe flowers were the same kind as the plant on my desk. The one at the office, five years ago. The one Adrian said I replaced every time it died. The one in the east wing, brown and dry in a white pot.Small white petals. A sweet green smell. I'd bought them from the same woman every time. A stall at the end of the high street near Adrian's building. Rosa used to walk past it on her way to the bus.She knew. She was the only person who knew. She used to water the plant at home when I forgot.There was no card because Rosa never signed anything. She said her handwriting was too ugly.I rang Ethan that night and asked him for her daughter's address. He laughed and said, "She's already on the list, Aria. Ava put her on it on Monday."I woke at five on the morning of my wedding. Not nervous. Just awake. The same way I woke before every concert. Eli was in my bed. He'd come in at two because he said his room was "too excited." He was asle
Chapter 179. No CardVIVIANAva had a clipboard.I didn't know people still owned clipboards. She'd bought it specially. Pale blue. With a pen on a little string so she couldn't lose it. "Chairs," she said, standing in the middle of the church hall on Mercer Street at eight in the morning. "We need sixty. We have forty-two. Where are the other eighteen?""The vicar's wife has them," I said."Why does the vicar's wife have them?""She's hostage-taking. She wants the tea urn on."Ava wrote something on the clipboard. She underlined it twice."Fine," she said. "The tea urn stays on. Get me my chairs."I've known Ava for four months. I've loved her for three. I've never been more frightened of her than I was that week. The wedding was in nine days. Aria didn't want anything big. She'd said so in the first meeting, sitting on the floor of the studio with her knees up and Eli asleep with his head on her lap."Small," she said. "The church hall. People wh
Chapter 178. Her ChoiceADRIANThis wasn't the plan. The plan was the wings. After the children. After her piece. Somewhere dark and quiet, with nobody watching, where she wouldn't have to be looked at by three thousand people while she decided. I'd told Eli the plan. I'd told Julian. I'd told Vivian, who'd rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, coward," and gone back to shouting at the cellist.Then, at half seven, in the corridor behind the stage, Eli tugged my sleeve."Change of plan," he said."What?"He held up a small box. Dark blue. Cardboard. The kind they give you at a market stall. "You said you didn't have a ring," he said. "You said she could choose.""I did.""But she needs something to say yes to. You can't just ask with nothing. That's weird.""Eli...""I picked it. With Jules. On Saturday. From the man near the noodle place." He pushed it into my hands. "Open it."I opened it. The cover was a thin silverlain band. A tiny violin
Chapter 177.The Way HomeARIAThe Meridian smelled exactly the same.Wood polish. Old velvet. Something under it, like dust and heat from the lights. I walked in through the stage door at four in the afternoon and stopped dead in the corridor, because my body remembered it before I did.The bench was still there. Outside the dressing rooms. The one where Adrian sat in the morning and told me the third piece was the best. I put my hand on the back of it."You alright?" Adaeze said behind me."No.""Good," she said. "You always play better when you're not." I'd been nervous for a week. Not about the music. The music was ready. We'd run the programme every morning for a month. Vivian was on piano and she was perfect. Better than perfect. She'd stopped looking at me for approval somewhere in the second week and started just playing.I was nervous about the city. The last time I'd been here, I'd left with two boxes in the boot of a hire car and a man stan
Chapter 176. Operation Third PieceELIJules told me on a Tuesday. We were at his flat. He was making eggs. Too hard in the middle again. I was at his kitchen table doing my reading book, which was about a girl who finds a dragon egg and it's very boring because the dragon doesn't hatch until page forty.His phone buzzed. He looked at it. He put the spatula down."Eli," he said. "Can you keep a secret?"I closed my book straight away."Yes.""A real one. A big one. Not even Mum.""Especially not Mum?""Especially not Mum."I sat up very straight.He turned the phone round so I could see the screen. It was a message from Adrian.Is he there? Can I ring?"What's it about?" I said.Jules looked at me for a long time. Like he was deciding something."Adrian wants to ask Mum to marry him," he said.I didn't say anything.My chest went funny. Not bad funny. Not good funny. Just big."At the gala," Jules said. "In Dece







