Page 110 of Alice Carver Manifests Her Perfect Life
‘Right… But you’ve been clear this isn’t a relationship, so you don’t need to disclose anything!’
‘You really are a good girl, Alice,’ said Guy appreciatively. ‘But depending on what they already know, if we have to go official, this could really fuck up my divorce.’
I tried not to let my face betray the jolt that gave me. Go official? He was talking about potentially making our relationship official?
‘Still,’ continued Guy. ‘I’ve had a better deal than many of us.’
‘Us?’ I asked, only half paying attention.
‘A lot of the old boys are gone. Brutal cut at senior level. James. Wilson. Harry… ’
‘Harry Piles?’
‘Gone. Edward Puesdon. Archie Kavanagh. Gone.’
‘Gosh.’ Those were some big names. And big tossers. I was warned on my first day not to end up alone in a room with Edward Puesdon. How he’s lasted this long is the real surprise. And Harry Piles… couldn’t happen to a nicer person.
‘Archie Kavanagh went to Oriel, Cambridge,’ said Guy. ‘He thought he was safe when he heard Matthew was a fellow graduate. I’m guessing Matthew Lloyd isn’t a rugby player?’
‘More into football,’ I confirmed.
I ask the Universe:
To help me out with the Guy relationship thing. I’m aware I manifested my getting married to Guy andobviously before that can happen we need to go official so that’s super exciting, but I’m wondering if we can slow it down just slightly?
Also please help Astrid and Aziz to be happy again – please do something, or show me what I can do to help…
Date: Friday 31 MarchTime: 7.15pm
My thoughts and reflections:
I’m moving in with Yaz. Even though she’s like a prefect.
I saw her writing the advert, asked her, and she said, ‘Why would you move when you get to lord it up in Chiswick?’
‘My sister and her husband need space.’
‘So they’ve asked you to move out?’
‘No,’ I said.
‘Then… why?’
‘So long as I’m there, Astrid’s going to keep using me as a buffer to avoid having difficult conversations. And I don’t know, I don’t want to be responsible for her screwing up her life. She’s my sister.’
‘Look, Alice,’ said Yaz, scratching her nose and wriggling slightly. ‘I’m going to have to be honest with you.’
‘Okay. ’ I braced myself for what was about to come. No one ever tells you they’re going to have to be honest and then says something good.
‘It’s a really shit house,’ said Yaz. ‘And not in a cool way.’
‘Okay.’
‘So, if you’re thinking that my parents bought me a nice place and you’re going to get some good deal, you’d be wrong.They take me on nice holidays and out to dinner and stuff but they believe in making your own way.’
‘It had never crossed my mind,’ I lied.
‘I live in,’ she leant in closer so no one else could hear, ‘Sidcup.’
