Claire gazed around the stylish lobby.The boutique hotel surpassed its expected level of charm.A check of her watch confirmed she had plenty of time to peruse the nearby shops and make her afternoon tea date before dressing for the evening's main event.Her uncle had arranged a limo to collect them promptly at seven.Claire smiled.It’d been ages since she’d stepped out for a red carpet event.
Once inside the suite, she walked to the window to examine the view.The city of London at her feet, nothing short of spectacular.She pulled her cell phone from her purse and scrolled through her contacts.
Molly answered, her voice harried."When I get my hands on Zach Peterson…”
"It's still early.You're fine," Claire reassured her.
"I should have called in sick and played hooky with you."
"But you're a publishing professional.How would that look?"
"It looks fine to Zach Peterson.He flew off to attend some golf tournament.Hence, I'm still here on a Friday afternoon pulling double duty."
"The suite is fantastic.The view is incredible.It's not going anywhere.You'll get here when you get here.Just relax."
"I still can't believe the old man offered to set us up for the weekend.It’s just like when we were girls."
"He’s really excited that you're coming with me tonight.He’s always adored you."
"No, he adoresyou.I’m merely adored-by-association, being your closest childhood friend."
"We're going to have fun.It'll be just like summer camp," Claire said.
"Only with room service instead of mosquitoes," Molly joked."Where are you meeting him again?”
"The Ritz.”
“I think it’s really sweet that he wants to get some private time with you before the party tonight.”
“If I'm not here when you check in, just make yourself comfy—but not too comfy.Hamish is sending a limo and we need to be out the door at seven sharp," Claire reminded her.
"Don’t worry.I'm walking out the door in exactly one hour, no matter what.I have to stop by my place and grab my frock, then I'm in a taxi and on my way."
"Ok.I'll see you soon."
Claire finished unpacking, taking time to give her dress the once over.She inspected the intricate beading on the bodice, confident that she could compete with the best of London society.Once satisfied, she grabbed her phone and purse and returned to the elevator.
After several blocks of window shopping, Claire waved down a taxi which carried her the remaining distance to the famed tearoom.She paid her cab fare and quickly made her way inside.
"Fielding," Claire said to the host.
"Right this way," he answered with a smile.
In spite of the crowd, he spied her uncle immediately.With a toothy grin and a welcoming wave, he motioned to her.She couldn't help but smile back.He stood, extending his arms out to her as she approached the table.After a warm embrace, he pulled away and examined her fully.
"My goodness, Claire.You look stunning."He pulled out her chair before taking his seat across from her.
"Actually, I call this myeye-catchinglook.You know, for daytime.I'm savingstunningfor later this evening."She winked.
"You look beautiful.I can't believe this is the first time we've been able to get together since you moved to London."
"I'm embarrassed, really.I hope you'll forgive me.The last few months have been a complete whirlwind."
"Well, I don't get into the city that much anymore.Only when absolutely necessary."
"You haven't changed a bit, Ham."She reached for his hand.
"Sure I have.Less hair, more ex-wives," he teased.
