SEVEN
"So what do you think? Plum or pink?" Flavia held up the lipsticks.
Violet was so fixated on her phone, she didn't respond.
Huffing in annoyance, Flavia snatched the phone. "What are you reading? The latest pictures of someone's lunch can't be that important."
Violet bit her lip. "Have you been checking the auction? Do you know how much money people are willing to pay for one night with you?"
"Shh!" Flavia glanced around, but no one looked like they were listening. "You're the only person I've told. No one but us and James ever needs to know about this."
Violet pinned her with a sceptical stare. "Does James know yet?"
Flavia squirmed. "No. Last weekend he had to work both days and this weekend he says he's too busy to drive up, too."
"What about you and your car? Have you for
