She took the lift to the third floor, with enough bad luck that one of her relatives got in as well right before the doors closed. She recognised him, by the curls dripping with gel behind his overly wide forehead, as the husband of a second cousin who sold real estate in Merseyside. She rarely met any of her extended family but she had gone through the guest list with her sister, who had updated her on everybody despite Erin having expressed her lack of interest. If she was lucky they wouldn’t cross a single word during the whole everlasting ride of the sluggish device.

Fortune hated her. Before reaching the second floor he pushed the stop button and blocked the panel with his body.

‘How much?’

She regarded him coolly, holding her clutch over her chest. ‘Beg your pardon?&rs...

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