The house is astonishing; every room is beautiful, and I’m still slapping myself in disbelief at having been given this for the Summer.
…. Michael’s right. Haswell is going to work me half to death for this….
The main bedroom is an eye-opener. Michael unpacking, laying out clothes and other holiday essentials in his normal well-organised way, Charlotte simply stares out of the window. It’s a vast panoramic view; the sea in silver, grey and green from one horizon to the other with only the odd boat, tiny and remote, to break the panorama.
But as I survey the bedroom, the view isn’t the only item of interest….
I smile inwardly….
It’s obvious really…. He just doesn’t flaunt it….
Charlotte turns, watching my gaze sweep the room. “Something wrong, Master?”
“Not at all. I was just…. wonde
