Lady Vanessa LeRoux was spotted at a gathering at her parents' home in Richmond. Upon realizing photographers were present, her fiancé Paulo Sartori began to taunt the photographers. He shouted at them at first before lunging in a video caught on camera. It seems both the men in Lady LeRoux's life have a complicated relationship with the press. Meanwhile, in Wales, no word was spoken of the wayward Prince of Wales, who is likely spending a quiet night in his family's home near Anglesey.
Iburned my left hand putting the pizza in the oven like an idiot. And now Miss Mills probably thought I was daft. I swore internally so as not to upset her. I tried to impress her rather than lead her to think I was a man in his late thirties who liked togo through women's underwear drawers and couldn't manage a frozen pizza.
At least she said the bath was nice. And she appeared to like the robe, so it was maybe not the worst gift?
My phone rang. It was Mum.
“Yes, Mum?”
“I thought I'd ring just to check in again. Are you staying warm. Is the generator holding?”
“It is. And I'm fine. Although, I think it is supposed to work for the guest house, but it is not. The pipes blew.”
“What? Oh, no! Well, that one runs on solar,” Mum said.
“In Wales? In winter?” That made no fucking sense.
“Is the gas one doing alright?”
“Yes.”
“And Miss Mills?”
“She's up here. Her room was flooded and there was a lot of damage.”
“Why didn't you ring me?”
“Because you are busy hosting. And I wanted to bail her out and ensure she could get warm.”
“Is she safe now?” Mum asked.
“She is upstairs in your bathtub trying to warm up,” I said. “And while it is not gourmet, I am heating up a frozen pizza so we won't starve. She thought to plan ahead. So, she bought groceries which are now up here.”
“Brilliant. Resourceful girl. Wait... she has no family to go to?”
“That is what John said,” I sighed. “But now, we're stuck together.”
“Oh, don't sound so sad. She seems like a nice girl and she's saved your bacon. Be good to her. Don't be rude.”
“I don't evertryto be.”
“I know, sweetheart. Daddy and I miss you,” Mum said. “We will see you soon. Go out there. Thank you for managing the chaos of the day. Tell Miss Mills we send our best.”
“Happy Christmas, Mummy.”
“Yes, happy Christmas, darling,” Mum said.
As I hung up, I heard footsteps above my head and the tub draining. Well, the pizza would be just on time. My hand hurt like a mother. I tried ice but it made it worse.
“Don't use ice.”
I looked over to see Miss Mills in her borrowed clothes.
“It will irritate the burn. Try cool water. How did you get survival training but not this?”
“How do I... bring the water with me.”
“Where are your bowls?” She asked.
