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Her Best Worst Mistake (Elizabeth and Violet #2)(7)
Sarah Mayberry

Almost as though she was sorry for him.

Which was nuts. Obviously she was drunker than she’d thought. Martin St Clair did not need her pity. He was probably already planning his campaign for another well-bred, beautiful wife who would be perfectly suited to his upwardly mobile ambitions.

The tight feeling remained in her chest and she pressed a hand to her sternum.

“Go away. I don’t care.”

Eventually she dropped off to sleep, waking when her alarm blared next to her ear at seven-thirty the next morning. She felt terrible—headachy and dry mouthed and nauseous—and she shuffled into the bathroom and stood beneath the shower until she could face the prospect of getting out and battling the day. Elizabeth was deeply asleep on the sofa and Violet dressed quietly before making her way downstairs to the shop. She ducked out to grab coffees and muffins a few minutes before opening time and was sucking the froth off her latte when a heavy-eyed Elizabeth entered the store.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” Violet asked.

“Like something the cat threw up.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. She’d had a shower and pulled her long blonde hair into a pony tail. She looked tired and drawn, but Violet was glad to see the spark of anger and defiance remained in her friend’s eyes.

Her gut had been right—Elizabeth wasn’t going back.

“Here,” she said, pushing the second coffee across the counter. “I got a spare, just in case.”

“Bless you.” Elizabeth buried her nose in the coffee.

“There’s a muffin, too, if you’re up to solids yet.”

“Might need a few minutes before I can go there,” Elizabeth said.

“So...Whats on the agenda for today?” Violet asked cautiously.

“Finding my father. I have his name and his birthdate. In the days of Google, that’s got to count for something, don’t you think?”

Violet broke off a piece of muffin, a part of her brain noticing that Elizabeth hadn’t so much as mouthed Martin’s name, despite it being a new day. Surely he must be on her mind in some shape or form?

“We can search for him. And there’s always Andy. He owes me a favor.”

Her cousin, Andy, was a policeman. She’d helped him out when he’d messed things up with his girlfriend a few months ago, so she was pretty sure she should be able to lean on him to get him to look up Elizabeth’s biological father.

“I’d forgotten about Andy. He’s perfect. Can we call him now?”

Violet studied her. “You’re serious about this, aren’t you? You’re really going to go find him.”

“Yes. Absolutely. I want to know the truth. I want to know who I am.”

Elizabeth had said something similar last night. It was on the tip of Violet’s tongue to point out that the only person who defined Elizabeth was Elizabeth herself, but she decided that it wasn’t what her friend needed to hear right now. She needed to be a bit reckless and impulsive, and if that meant racing off to Dublin or Yorkshire or New York on what might turn out to be a goose chase, so be it.

Elizabeth’s phone rang. Violet watched as she pulled it from her bag, checked the screen, then slid it back into her bag without taking the call.

“Martin?” Violet couldn’t resist asking.


“You’re not going to talk to him?”


Violet told herself to mind her own business. It worked for all of five seconds. “Don’t you think he might be worried about you?”

“I don’t want to talk to him right now. I’m still angry with him, and I don’t want to say something I’ll regret.”

“Does that mean you’re having second thoughts about calling off the wedding?”

“No. That was the right thing to do, no matter what happens. I don’t love him, Vi.”

For some reason, her friend’s words hit her like a blow to the solar plexus. She had no idea why. It wasn’t as though she’d ever truly believed in them as a couple.

It took her a few seconds to gather her suddenly scattered thoughts together.

“Okay. But that doesn’t mean you can’t talk to him. Reassure the guy.”

Elizabeth gave her a look. “Since when have you been on his side?”

“I’m not on his side. It’s just that it occurred to me last night that this must have hit him really hard.”

For a moment Elizabeth’s face sagged with guilt. Then she lifted her chin. “I can’t think about him. I know that sounds selfish, but if I stop to think about all the people I’ll be disappointing, I’ll never do this. And I need to do this, Vi.”

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