“Hi, yes, my name is Katherine Bennett — I have a 4:15 to see Jess.”
“Of course, Ms. Bennett. Right this way. Jess is just wrapping with another client. May I offer you anything? Tea, juice, a sparkling water?”
“Oh, nothing for me, thanks. Could you please let Jess know I’m in a bit of a rush? I’m meeting my fiancee in Marylebone, and need to be on my way if I’m to make it on time.”
“Certainly Ms Bennett, thank you so much for your patience, I’m certain she’ll just be along.”
“Thank you.”
I hate to be the posh demanding bridezilla — especially as a result of my own poor planning — but if they’ll accommodate me out of my own mistakes, I might as well take advantage. I’m certain Pippa would understand, even though she’s not about today. Hopefully no one says anything to her; I’d hate her to think me a bitch. She’s a sweetheart, and it really is a lovely shop.
“Kate! It’s so good to see you again. Ready for the final-final-final?”