Page 24 of A Scottish Island Summer

‘How long ago was this?’ I managed through gritted teeth.

‘Oh, just a few weeks back.’

‘Justine. The lying cow!’ I erupted. ‘My agent assured me I was first choice for this.’

Stella was apologetic. ‘I’m sorry Darcie. I just thought I should be honest. Didn’t want you saying anything and River picking you up on it.’

‘No, I’m glad you did.’

We ended the call and I thumped my mobile down on top of the blue and mauve thistle-patterned duvet.

Justine had clearly engineered this for her own ends. She knew of the fierce rivalry between River and me and had decided to manipulate me; exploit the situation.

How bloody devious!

Unfortunately, I couldn’t do anything about it now, so I’d just have to make the best of it. River would love it if she heard I wanted to bail from the travel guide. I could just imagine her, sashaying around with those bony hips of hers, broadcasting on social media that Darcie Freeman was always the bridesmaid and never the bride. No. I’d just have to stick with it. Push on.

Just think of the career possibilities, advised my inner voice. This could open up so many new doors.

I bashed my pillows with frustration as I sank back on my bed.

Justine could expect a very angry call from me in the morning.