Secrets of a Teenage Heiress. Katy Birchall

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СКАЧАТЬ to get to the bottom of why you took it upon yourself to break into Prince Gustav’s hotel room.’

      ‘I told you, to get my selfie stick. Mum, were you even listening? I just explained the whole thing.’

      ‘Did I or did I not ask you to do without it. For. One. Night?’

      ‘I was going to put it back,’ I pointed out. ‘Mum, no offence, but you’re kind of overreacting.’

      Mum pinched the top of her nose, which is a signal that she is concentrating. Hard.

      It is highly dangerous to interrupt her when she is pinching the top of her nose. I know this because I once interrupted her pinching the top of her nose at a cashpoint. She’d had a mind blank about her PIN and all I did was point out that she was being really embarrassing standing in the street, pinching the top of her nose. According to her, she had been this close to remembering her pin but my ‘loud’ interruption had disturbed her and so her card got swallowed. She spent the next few days droning on and on about how frustrating it was to be waiting for a new debit card and then giving me pointed looks. The word ‘scapegoat’ comes to mind.

      Whatever, I selflessly let that one go. But I know now never to interrupt the weird, nose-pinching thing.

      I began texting Ella back while I waited for Mum to conclude her nose-pinching, but stopped when Audrey gave a not-so-subtle ‘ahem’, and waggled her eyebrows at me. I put my phone back in my pocket.

      ‘I want you to listen to me very carefully, Felicity,’ Mum began, lowering her hand and opening her eyes. ‘You are going to go and see Prince Gustav – NOT when you decide, Audrey will book an appointment with him – and you will be on time for the appointment and you will apologise profusely for your behaviour and assure him that nothing like this will ever happen again. Is that clear?’

      ‘Crystal. Audrey, let me know a time that suits. Can I go now?’

      ‘I’m. Not. Finished.’ Mum clasped her hands together, resting them on the desk. ‘You will be grounded for two weeks.’

      ‘WHAT?’ I sat upright, disturbing Fritz who snarled loudly. ‘You can’t do that! It’s Ella’s party next week!’

      ‘I can do that, and you’re lucky it’s only two weeks and not longer. In addition, you will help around the hotel in whatever way Audrey and Matthew see fit. If you’re going to be stuck here every evening, you might as well make yourself useful.’

      ‘Are you serious?’ I looked at her in disbelief. ‘Like . . . chores?’

      Audrey stifled a laugh. Traitor.

      ‘Yes, chores. I suggest you begin by helping the catering team in the kitchen. I’m sure they have some dishes that need washing. You can start right now.’

      ‘Well, what am I supposed to tell Ella?’ I huffed. ‘She was counting on me going to her party.’

      ‘You can tell her that your mother is punishing you because you broke into the room of Prince Gustav Xavier III and you’re lucky he’s not pressing charges.’ She stood up and gestured towards the door, indicating the end of the conversation. ‘I’m sure Ella will be able to handle your absence from her party with grace and understanding.’

      I snorted.

      Clearly, Mum had never met Ella before. Last time she invited me to one of her ‘exclusive’ sleepovers, I couldn’t go because my aunt was over from New York. I’ve never been invited to one again.

      ‘What about Fritz?’ I argued, after the party plea didn’t work.

      ‘What about Fritz?’

      ‘I need to walk him and stuff.’

      ‘You can fit that in around your chores. Or you can ask Jamie if he will kindly take him on an extra-long walk during the day.’

      Jamie was one of the sommeliers and also Fritz’s daytime walker. He was mad about dogs and offered to walk Fritz when Mum had just bought him and was working out what to do with him while I was at school. Apparently, Jamie likes to discuss the new wines he introduces to the menu with Fritz on his daily walks to the park – it helps him remember all the details about the vintages and vineyards.

      ‘Audrey,’ Mum continued, ‘if you could accompany Flick down to the kitchens and explain the situation to Chef, I would be very grateful. I have to make an appearance at an event in the ballroom. And if someone could pick her up from the kitchen and escort her back to our flat in an hour, I would also appreciate it.’

      ‘I am not a child,’ I hissed, sweeping Fritz up from the floor into my arms, and stomping to the door.

      Mum raised her eyebrows. ‘You could have fooled me.’

      Audrey waited for me to drop Fritz back off at the flat and then walked me down to the kitchen. Chef was running around trying to prepare everything for dinner and, after a brief word with Audrey, he welcomed me to his team and pointed at the pile of dirty pots stacked next to a large sink in the far corner.

      ‘You’ll be out of everyone’s way there.’ He smiled, with a wink at Audrey.

      I shot them both a dirty look before Chef gave me the thumbs up and sped off to season a sauce. Audrey put her hand on my shoulder.

      ‘It’s not that bad,’ she said soothingly. ‘I’ll be back for you in an hour. Try to stay out of trouble until then.’

      I shook her hand off and stropped over to the sink, eyeing up the repulsive neon orange washing-up gloves. I held one of them up for inspection.

      ‘Ew.’ I sniffed and looked around. A young chef was rushing past holding a ladle. ‘Excuse me!’ She came to a screeching halt.

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘Are these the only gloves you have?’

      ‘Sorry?’

      ‘For the washing-up,’ I explained impatiently. ‘Don’t you have any other types? Any other colours?’

      ‘No, those are the ones we all use.’

      ‘Fine.’ I slapped the gloves down on the side. ‘I just won’t use them.’

      ‘Uh.’ She looked about, unsure. ‘We . . . we have to use them. It’s health and safety.’

      ‘They’re disgusting. I’m not using them.’

      ‘Put those on, please, Flick, no argument! You don’t want me to report bad behaviour to the boss, do you?’ Chef appeared out of nowhere. ‘Ah, there you are, Sasha. I’ve been waiting on that ladle. Come along, we mustn’t disturb Flick. She has a big job with those pots.’

      Sasha shot me a sympathetic look before she scurried after him holding up the ladle dutifully. I should have known Chef Kian would find this all one big joke; he always liked a good СКАЧАТЬ