Page 144 of An Unholy Affair
‘I’m not sure I’ve drunk enough today.’
‘Are yousureyou’re alright?’
‘Estelle! Eveline!’
Henry had his hand up in greeting as he moved through the crowds towards them.
‘You look absolutely beautiful, Eveline,’ he said as he reached them. ‘I’m so glad you came.’
‘Thank you, Henry. I’m very grateful for the invitation and to your sister for lending me her wardrobe again.’
‘And what about me, little brother? Haven’t I scrubbed up well?’
He hugged Estelle. ‘As always.’
The eldest Foxbrooke siblings were stunning on their own, but when you put the twins together, they were jaw-dropping. Much to their mother’s dismay, neither of them wanted to follow her into acting and modelling, although Henry had done his ‘one and only’ photoshoot for his aunt’s fashion house a few months ago to help Libby out of a tight spot.
‘Estelle,’ Henry said, a frown on his face. ‘I don’t mean to put a downer on the evening, but have you seen who’s here?’
‘I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t been taking inventory. Who’s got your boxers in a twist?’
‘Hunter-Savage.’
‘What? You’re fuckingjokingme. How?’
‘Who is Hunter-Savage?’ Eveline asked.
Estelle faced her, a look of pure disgust on her face. ‘James Hunter-Savage. He went to school and uni with Henry and is a complete arsehole. They worked together in the City before Henry left. He stole Henry’s girlfriend, his clients, his commission, and nearly got him sacked. Oh, and he tried to cop off with our littlest sister, Summer. He’s a pig.’
‘Oh.’ Her friend was prone to drama and exaggeration, but her expression was fierce.
‘And now he’s moved to Shoscombe Manor on the other side of the Foxbrooke river,’ Henry said.
‘How did he manage to get a ticket for tonight?’ Estelle asked her brother. ‘Please,can I kick him out? Pretty please?’
‘He’s one of Mom’s VIP guests.’
‘What the fuck?’
‘Apparently, she thinks he’s “highly entertaining” and “easy on the eye”.’
‘Traitor! Where’s Summer? We need to keep him away from her.’
‘Done. I rang Finn and begged him to babysit.’
Estelle pulled a face. ‘I bet that conversation went well.’
Henry rubbed his forehead. ‘It actually went better than expected. His older-brother-by-proxy instincts kicked in when I told him about Hunter-Savage. Finn arrived twenty minutes ago, and I lent him one of my suits.’
Eveline tried to imagine the burly Finn fitting into any of Henry’s clothes, as Estelle sniggered, clearly thinking the same thing.
‘Ugh,’ said Henry. ‘There he is.’
Eveline glanced to the doorway as an extremely good-looking man entered the room. He was at least a couple of inches taller than everyone else, with short, jet-black hair, artfully tousled.
‘Where’s Willow?’ Estelle asked Henry, naming their other sister.
‘With Leo. And she’s not interested in anyone like Hunter-Savage, so we’re safe.’
