Masters And Lovers 1-4

The morning is chaotic. In theory, Michael and I, Richard and the guests occupy the hotel. Charlotte and Beth have the house. In practice, people mill about in all directions, turning up in unexpected places….

Still in jeans and tee-shirt while I make a last check on preparations, I eject a couple of kids from the kitchen where the chef’s knife set seems to be a magnet for them. Then as I turn to leave, I run into an old lady trying to force the larder door open.

“I was only looking for the ladies’ toilets….”

“And who are you?”

“I’m Michael’s Aunty Gladys”

“Well, I’m James, his Best Man, and you’ll find the toilets along the corridor.” Taking her by the shoulders, I turn her around, steering her to aim the right way, then wait and watch to be sure she toddles off.

In the bedroom we’re using as a changing room, Michael looks harassed. “Please tell me you remembered to lock the door to the cellars in the house.”

“Oh, yes. We don’t want random wanderers down there,” I flash brows, fishing out my keys, jingle them in demonstration, then tuck them safely back in my pocket. “All locked and secure.”

Jeez….

The idea of Ben wandering down there….

For someone normally so sunny, so self-contained, so competent, Michael is a bag of nerves. He misbuttons his shirt and has to unfasten then rebutton it. The tie dangling under his collar, he fumbles and mis-knots it. The front ends up three inches long with the back half trailing by his belt. The result looks like something worn by a circus clown.

He tries again, with a similar result.

“I’ll do it for you in a sec,” I say, brushing specks of dust from his dark grey formal jacket.

“Here, let me.” It’s Ben. “Come on Bro. Calm down.” Michael shoots him a grateful glance as Ben unravels the tie, then reknots it into a perfect Windsor. “You should have a drink. What is there around here?”

I point to a bottle and glasses. “Scotch over there.”

think I could

have some

“Yes, he should. I’ll bring something up for you. Is the

staff should be in there by now.

about bacon sandwiches all round

interrupt. “Great

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brother, I go to check the catering arrangements and see that the staff have everything they

I find a girl wandering. She seems familiar, but for a

she sees me and breaks

Ah, gotcha.

Charlotte’s friend from

Personally, I’ve never found blondes to be dumb, but in Marie’s case,

there and to the left. And if you want the bathrooms, they’re to the right.”

very lucky to marry someone like Michael. He's terribly handsome isn't

voice dry. “You wouldn't be the first to think so.” A thought occurs. “Is your boyfriend here too? Pete was it? Rather

She wrinkles her nose….

Who actually does that…?

Pete split up. He ran off with

Sensible lad….

thinks is a winning look. And I look down into eyes

Oh, crap….

I'm saved from answering further by

don’t care what degree of

…. Perfect….