Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Two days later, just as Beverley was beginning to think she was off the hook, Maisie's call came through, and it wasn't about borrowing money. "...What did you just say?!"

Maisie's voice was as casual as if she were discussing the weather. "Why don't you take me and my boy for that fancy afternoon tea at the hotel you went to with those high-society ladies last time? Is there a problem?" Beverley struggled to resist the temptation to throw her phone across the room. Clenching her teeth, she articulated each word with barely contained fury. "That hotel is members-only!"

"And your point is?"

"If you're not a member, you can't get in!"

"So, make me a member, easy peasy."

Beverley felt her teeth grinding against each other.

Make her a member? As if it were that simple!

You had to rack up spending of over two million just to qualify for a lifetime membership. And Maisie thought she was entitled to that?

"I don't care, I want to go there for tea today. You figure it out!"

In the end, Beverley used her own membership to sneak the duo in.

Just their luck, they bumped into a group of Beverley's acquaintances, the very same society ladies.

"Mrs. Sherwood? Is that you?"

you, but you didn't respond. We thought we had

a smile, wishing the ground

you call me? I'm so

and Farley. "They look familiar. Have we seen them

in, "Last time, I was here too. I got a

her words

into place

ladies, casting glances

with surprise, suspicion,

differences? Made up?" one

All

throwing in a proverb, unaware Beverley wanted

trap! Answering would imply there had been a

Murray. It would confirm rumors of him

in their circle

if ignored. But Maisie, bless her, had to jump

The lady, already not

your little family reunion then. Let's

juicy gossip, the group