“with some important guests, and to make sure everything was looking perfect. And that they’d decided on a name. ‘It can’t look perfect yet, we haven’t done anything yet!’ Evie argued, feeling herself get spiky. Partly because Chelsea could just rock up when she felt like it, and partly because she felt like nothing had been done. She’d been too busy losing her goddaughter, alienating her friend and feeling spiky every time a grumpy carpenter looked at her. ‘It’s you Eves – throws some glitter a...t it and call it art.’ Chelsea hung up, and Evie wasn’t sure whether that was a compliment or not. She doubted it somehow, but there was no time to worry about it, there were more than enough other things to worry about. If worst came to worst, Evie decided she’d just offer them brandy in vintage teacups and call the whole space ‘an authentic experience’. It had worked for some shitholes in East London. Besides, whoever Chelsea was bringing had already agreed to come with her to see the space, so they were clearly already goners in whatever Chelsea wanted from them.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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