Finn: If you admit you like him, I’ll trim my beard and wear my best shirt tonight
Finn: Stelle?
Estelle: Promise?
Finn: Scout’s honour
Estelle: And this conversation is CONFIDENTIAL?
Finn: YES
Estelle: Okay, I like him a little bit. But only a tiny bit! And nothing is going to happen. And I don’t want anything to happen, okay? It’s just he hand-painted dog bowls for Chester and Joy and he was nice when I did my ankle in, and he makes the best cappuccino
Finn: Wow. You really like him
Estelle: Fuck off! No, I don’t. Now go and sort your beard out and make an effort when you meet Elyse. Okay?
Finn: Yes, Ms Hunter-Foxbrooke
Estelle: Not funny
Finn: I think it’s got a nice ring to it
Estelle: Shut up
Finn: Henry’s going to be thrilled. Do you think James will ask him to be the best man at your wedding?
Estelle: Do not say a fucking word, Finn, or I will end you
Finn: See you later, Stelle…
‘You sure you won’t leave me alone?’ Elyse asked as she drove her and Estelle slowly down the winding country lane, the headlights illuminating the barren hedgerows on either side of the road.
‘I promise I won’t unless my bladder is bursting and you have someone nice to talk to.’
‘Does Finn know I’m coming?’
‘He hasn’t got a clue.’
‘Okay, good.’
Estelle’s phone buzzed with a message. She pulled it out and stared at the screen.
James: Thank you for last night
Oh, my god!
‘Is that him?’
‘What?’
‘Finn.’
‘Er, no, it’s my brother.’
‘Which one?’
‘Connor. He might be coming later. Let me message him back.’