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Leaving Michael to the tender care of his brother, I go to check the catering arrangements and see that the staff have everything they need.
Along the staff corridor by the kitchens, I find a girl wandering. She seems familiar, but for a moment I can’t place her.
Then she sees me and breaks into a simpering smile. “Hello.”
Ah, gotcha.
“Hello. It's Marie, isn't it? Charlotte’s friend from the student house?”
“That's right. She swings her arms around in time-honoured ‘dumb-blonde’ fashion. Personally, I’ve never found blondes to be dumb, but in Marie’s case, I’m happy to make an exception.
I point. “The public areas are down there and to the left. And if you want the bathrooms, they’re to the right.” I turn to for the kitchen, but my progress is interrupted.
“Charlotte’s very l
