feels like I do.
Things are moving, but moving slowly. Hugo is divorced now. He managed to get that through really quickly, and it’s been in all the papers. No doubt you’ve seen it. Nothing about me yet, though - which is just the way he wanted it. He says we’ll make an announcement when the time is right. So we have to stay under the radar. We meet for lunch two or three times a week, on the grounds that I’m researching a documentary about his charity (which he still won’t actually allow) - but apart from that, we only speak on the phone.
I hardly ever see him in private - maybe we get the odd half hour alone in his office (if he can keep Jessica out of the way). He says that until we announce that we’re together, it will probably just look like a sordid little affair if I’m seen coming out of his house in the early hours of the morning.
And he still hasn’t met any of you! He hasn’t got any family to meet, other than Alexa - and up to now, he’s consistently said it’s too soon for her. She’s only two, though, so I’m not sure why he thinks she would even register anything.
Anyway, back to you, Will, Mum and Dad. I’ve tried and tried to set up a date, but even though you’ve said you’re happy to come to Oxfordshire, Hugo is adamant that he doesn’t have the time. I thought I’d have one more attempt to try to arrange a meeting. I waited until I knew he was having a peaceful evening in Oxfordshire, then at the end of a long and loving conversation, I introduced the subject.
‘Hugo, it’s really important to me that you meet my family. I want them to love you like I do.’
‘Darling, you’re worrying too much. They’ll adore me! I’m sure they’re thrilled that you’re marrying me.’
Hugo clearly has no idea about my parents, and if he expects Mum to be bowled over by his status, he’s in for a surprise. But I couldn’t persuade him.
‘Laura, I work all day and every day. Most evenings are spent at some charity function or other, and at the weekends I have Alexa to stay. I really value any quiet time that I can squeeze in. So I’m afraid it will just have to wait. Speaking of Alexa, though, I think the time is right for you to meet her.’
Well, honestly! That made me mad. But only for about two minutes. I do appreciate that Alexa is more important - she’s just a child - and I really am looking forward to meeting her.
I was hoping that he would say that I should come to Oxfordshire - because I’ve still not seen my future home! It’s all to do with this ‘low profile’ business - which must end soon, surely? I’ve said that I would be happy to just come for an hour or something - so I can see it! But he says it’s a long way to drive there and back. (Ridiculous, of course. It’s only an hour or so along the M40. If he’s so concerned he could always send a driver.) But then he did say that at the weekend he’d take me to my favourite restaurant in London - for lunch, of course. He’s decided that we can begin to be seen together as a couple soon, and then things will be much easier, I’m sure. I wonder if that means that finally we can be a couple in all ways? Somehow, I daren’t ask the question. How strange.
Hugo thinks of me all the time, though. He knows that I can’t afford the type of clothes I’ll need when we start to be seen in public, especially gowns for the charity functions. So nearly every day some little (or big - but always expensive) package arrives for me at work or at home. Sometimes it’s flowers, sometimes it’s a piece of jewellery, and sometimes it’s actually clothes! Can you imagine finding a man that will go out and choose the most divine clothes for you? He says looking after me is one of his pleasures in life. He seems to know the exact size - clothes, shoes, everything . (He hasn’t actually bought me underwear yet. I suspect that in the circumstances he doesn’t think it appropriate.) What’s most interesting about the
Things are moving, but moving slowly. Hugo is divorced now. He managed to get that through really quickly, and it’s been in all the papers. No doubt you’ve seen it. Nothing about me yet, though - which is just the way he wanted it. He says we’ll make an announcement when the time is right. So we have to stay under the radar. We meet for lunch two or three times a week, on the grounds that I’m researching a documentary about his charity (which he still won’t actually allow) - but apart from that, we only speak on the phone.
I hardly ever see him in private - maybe we get the odd half hour alone in his office (if he can keep Jessica out of the way). He says that until we announce that we’re together, it will probably just look like a sordid little affair if I’m seen coming out of his house in the early hours of the morning.
And he still hasn’t met any of you! He hasn’t got any family to meet, other than Alexa - and up to now, he’s consistently said it’s too soon for her. She’s only two, though, so I’m not sure why he thinks she would even register anything.
Anyway, back to you, Will, Mum and Dad. I’ve tried and tried to set up a date, but even though you’ve said you’re happy to come to Oxfordshire, Hugo is adamant that he doesn’t have the time. I thought I’d have one more attempt to try to arrange a meeting. I waited until I knew he was having a peaceful evening in Oxfordshire, then at the end of a long and loving conversation, I introduced the subject.
‘Hugo, it’s really important to me that you meet my family. I want them to love you like I do.’
‘Darling, you’re worrying too much. They’ll adore me! I’m sure they’re thrilled that you’re marrying me.’
Hugo clearly has no idea about my parents, and if he expects Mum to be bowled over by his status, he’s in for a surprise. But I couldn’t persuade him.
‘Laura, I work all day and every day. Most evenings are spent at some charity function or other, and at the weekends I have Alexa to stay. I really value any quiet time that I can squeeze in. So I’m afraid it will just have to wait. Speaking of Alexa, though, I think the time is right for you to meet her.’
Well, honestly! That made me mad. But only for about two minutes. I do appreciate that Alexa is more important - she’s just a child - and I really am looking forward to meeting her.
I was hoping that he would say that I should come to Oxfordshire - because I’ve still not seen my future home! It’s all to do with this ‘low profile’ business - which must end soon, surely? I’ve said that I would be happy to just come for an hour or something - so I can see it! But he says it’s a long way to drive there and back. (Ridiculous, of course. It’s only an hour or so along the M40. If he’s so concerned he could always send a driver.) But then he did say that at the weekend he’d take me to my favourite restaurant in London - for lunch, of course. He’s decided that we can begin to be seen together as a couple soon, and then things will be much easier, I’m sure. I wonder if that means that finally we can be a couple in all ways? Somehow, I daren’t ask the question. How strange.
Hugo thinks of me all the time, though. He knows that I can’t afford the type of clothes I’ll need when we start to be seen in public, especially gowns for the charity functions. So nearly every day some little (or big - but always expensive) package arrives for me at work or at home. Sometimes it’s flowers, sometimes it’s a piece of jewellery, and sometimes it’s actually clothes! Can you imagine finding a man that will go out and choose the most divine clothes for you? He says looking after me is one of his pleasures in life. He seems to know the exact size - clothes, shoes, everything . (He hasn’t actually bought me underwear yet. I suspect that in the circumstances he doesn’t think it appropriate.) What’s most interesting about the
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