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Her Best Worst Mistake (Elizabeth and Violet #2)(5)
Sarah Mayberry

“Perfect,” Elizabeth said, glancing around with bright, interested eyes.

“Champagne? Brandy?” he asked.

“I’ll have a Frangelico on the rocks, please.” She swiveled in her seat and stood. “I won’t be a moment.”

She headed for the restrooms. Martin caught the bartender’s eye and ordered a Scotch for himself and Elizabeth’s Frangelico. He settled into his seat, glancing around the bar with the mildest of curiosity. He knew without asking that he had nothing in common with these people. Almost to a person they were under thirty, fashionably dressed and out for a good time. They’d probably never gone hungry in their lives. Certainly they’d never had to work two jobs to put themselves through University. Like Violet, they probably took all of life’s gifts for granted.

He frowned, irritated with himself for thinking about her again. He was fully aware that she enjoyed provoking him—hence the strip routine in the back of his car. He refused to spare her another moment’s thought, since it seemed to him that that was what she wanted—any and all attention she could garner for herself. Everyone’s eyes on her. Why else would she wear such short skirts and such high heels? Why else would she have gone to a party tonight in a tiny black top made of silk so sheer that anyone could see at a glance that her small, rounded breasts were unhindered by a bra, her nipples clearly outlined by the soft fabric?

He reached for his drink and glanced over his shoulder toward the restrooms, willing Elizabeth to return. His shoulders dropped with relief as she exited the door marked with a silhouette of a woman. She met his eyes across the bar and the tight, irritated feeling in his gut and chest eased. He could tolerate a million Violets if it meant having Elizabeth in his life.

She was the important thing. Nothing else.

Chapter Two

As it turned out, Violet didn’t get a chance to catch up with Elizabeth on Monday, but on Tuesday her friend dropped by Violet’s Notting Hill boutique, Violet Femmes, in the early afternoon. Violet had just received a shipment of silk scarves from Cambodia and Elizabeth helped her unpack, press and price the stock before setting up a display.

Elizabeth was distracted and quiet the entire two hours, but Violet knew her well enough not to push her to talk—she’d learned early in their friendship that Elizabeth would either volunteer what was on her mind all on her own or it would forever remain a secret. She gave her friend an extra long hug before she left, however. So E knew she was there for her if she needed her.

It was past six and she’d shut the doors and was tidying the shop in preparation for the next day’s trade when someone hammered on the glass panel of the front door. Wary, Violet turned off the vacuum cleaner and moved around a display so that she had a clear view. Elizabeth stood there, her face pale and streaked with tears.

Alarmed, Violet strode to the front door.

“E. What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She drew her friend in out of the icy November night.

“I didn’t know where else to come. I was so angry, Vi. I am so angry. And just...I don’t know...sad and surprised and hurt...”

For the first time Violet registered that Elizabeth was towing a small wheeled suitcase.

Oh boy.

If Elizabeth had left her grandparent’s home, something big had happened.

“What’s going on?” she asked again.

“When I got home from seeing you this afternoon the mail was on the hall table. One of the letters was my birth certificate. I had to order a copy for the wedding license.” Elizabeth clutched at Violet’s arm, her expression urgent. “He’s not dead, Vi. My father’s not dead. They lied to me. John Mason was my stepfather, not my biological father. All these years... My real father’s name is Sam Blackwell. And according to my grandfather he’s still alive.”

Violet blinked, trying to take it all in. Elizabeth’s parents had died in a light plane accident when Elizabeth was just six years old. “So your mother was married to someone else before she married John Mason?”

“No. Not married. I don’t know what happened, but she and this Sam person definitely weren’t married. But he’s still my father, Vi. And they lied to me and let me believe my parents were dead. And Martin knew. My grandfather told him when we got engaged and he’s known all this time and he didn’t say anything to me. He told me that it didn’t change anything. Can you believe that?”

Elizabeth’s blue eyes were bright with anger. Violet slid an arm around her shoulders.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs. This is a conversation that requires alcohol and saturated animal fats, preferably in the form of icecream.”

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