CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

HAZEL.

“Everyone was watching. You could have just ordered clothes in. Their minds would all be going to the dirty stuff when they see me coming out in clothes that aren't mine.” I grumbled in the garden, where me and Darius sat. 

We had a table and a chair arranged in the midst of the flowers, and amidst the paperwork were cups of tea, and lots of snacks. 

Darius kept scribbling something rapidly, without looking at me. 

“Well, didn't we do the dirty stuff?” He asked casually, opening the next page, and circling something with a red highlighter. My cheeks went pink, and I was short of words. ...