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I…
Yeah.
He had a point.
“All right, I’ll bite. How does this work?” I asked as we walked over to a long table with a myriad of raffle prizes on. “We buy raffle tickets?”
“If you want to, it’s not required. It’s also nothing to do with the fashion show, it’s just another way to raise money.”
There was everything from soap sets to booze to a freshly baked cake on the table, and I happened to like all those things.
“Good evening, Max.” A man with a bright disposition who looked to be in his sixties approached the table. “This must be Ellie.”
Why did everyone know who I was around here?
Oh. Right.
They all read my books, apparently.
“Ah, Ed. Yes, this is Ellie. Ellie, this is Edward. He and his wife Samantha help keep the estate running,” Max explained.
“Oh! Hello. It’s nice to meet you.” I shook his head.
He chuckled. “Be thankful you found me first. My wife is a big fan.”
I blushed.
I hoped that would never get old. That I’d never stop feeling like this whenever I heard that.
“I’m sure I’ll run into her at some point this evening.” I smiled, and his eyes twinkled. “Max was just explaining everything to me.”
“Ooh.” He frowned. “Even the farmyard fashion show?”
“No. I’m not sure anyone could, to be honest. Why is it held in a beer garden?”
Edward shrugged. “Why wouldn’t you hold it in a beer garden?”
I looked at Max and nodded. “That’s a fair point.”
“Can I interest either of you in some raffle tickets?” he asked, picking up his little book. “Two pounds for a strip.”
“I’ll take two strips, please.” I opened my bag and unzipped the inner pocket, pulling out a small money bag with pound coins in.
“Why do you have so many pound coins?” Max frowned at me.
I grimaced. “I’m a woman.”
“That doesn’t explain it at all.”
“Explains it perfectly well,” Edward responded.
I handed him the coins with a smile. “Um… Sometimes I don’t have the necessary supplies in a public toilet, and I need to use the machine in there.”
Max looked even more confused. “You need the condoms?”
“No. No, I’ve never needed to use the condom machine,” I replied. “Although we do have those in the women’s, too.”
“Female sanitary products, Max,” Edward said flatly, handing me my strips of raffle tickets.
