I wasn't expecting the kitchen door to swing open and for Olivia to return in a bustle. Nor for her impatient finger snap that was meant, I suppose, to make us jump to attention.
"Change in plans," she snarled. "The media are coming now. We need to get on the parade yesterday. Go change, Fiona. You're up."
Wait, what? "Huh?" So intelligent, this internal and then external conversation. But I was stunned and stumped, thank you. Best I could muster in the face of what the actual...?
"As host to our guests, you're in the parade," she said like this had already been decided and I was just being troublesome to give her an ulcer. "Go. Change. Now." And then she was gone, the door swinging slowly shut behind her.
It took Daisy to guide me downstairs, to pick out an outfit for me and do my hai
