Chapter 4

Stephen, now telling some convoluted story about two friends of his who’d fallen in love while purchasing a racehorse, finished with, “…and they’re planning a Royal Ascot wedding, naturally, and of course it’ll be glorious if a bit tacky, oh that was nearly a good pun about tack, drat, I didn’t think of it!” and laughed at himself. “But I thought you could use it, maybe, in a book? A story, y’know.”

“Possibly.” Simon lifted eyebrows, pondering plot developments. “The historical version. With absolutely brilliant hats, of course.”

“Oh lord yes,” Stephen said, “you should’ve seen the monstrosity Aunt Lavinia wore to the garden party last week, it had purple lace and pumpkins, of all things…”