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Behind closed doors by ba paris
Behind closed doors by ba paris











behind closed doors by ba paris

She’s the complete opposite of Diane-tall, blonde, slim, reserved-and I can’t help respecting her for being the first person to step into our house and not go on about how beautiful it is.

behind closed doors by ba paris

‘Thank you, they look wonderful,’ I say gratefully, placing them on the coffee table so that I can open them later, when we serve coffee.Įsther intrigues me. Not wanting her to give them to Jack, I move smoothly towards her and she instinctively holds them out to me. My eyes fall on the box of expensive chocolates she has just taken out of her bag and I feel a flicker of excitement. Since joining our circle of friends a month ago, I’m sure she’s been told over and over again that Grace Angel, wife of brilliant lawyer Jack Angel, is a perfect example of a woman who has it all-the perfect house, the perfect husband, the perfect life. Esther doesn’t smile back, so I guess she’s reserving judgement. But I can’t afford to let Jack down, so I fix a smile on my face, praying that they’ll like me. They are new to the area and tonight is the first time we’ve met, which makes me feel more nervous than I already am. ‘Your house is really something, Jack,’ Rufus says admiringly. We’re well into March but there’s still a nip in the air and Jack likes our guests to be as comfortable as possible. In the sitting room, a fire burns steadily in the antique grate. With so much at stake tonight, I need to concentrate on the here and now. Just thinking of the garden makes tears well up from deep inside me and I swallow them down quickly. It’s such a beautiful pink that I hope Jack will plant it where I’ll be able to see it from the bedroom window. As we go through the hall, I see the flowering lily Diane and Adam brought us for our garden. Taking my hand, he leads me to where our guests are waiting. I glance at Jack, hoping he won’t have noticed how nervous I am.

behind closed doors by ba paris

The champagne bottle knocks against the marble kitchen counter, making me jump.













Behind closed doors by ba paris