Page 55 of Wildflower
A handful of your guesses were spot on as far as I can tell. And I agree with the comment left last time by Furrybeastx: I’d also sell a right tit (do I have tits? Who knows?!) to go to these VVIP parties. Let’s just say I am HERE FOR whatever Aurellan puts on. His clubs are *chef’s kiss*
Starting with our favourites and why you’re all here: our London billionaires!
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Picture One:This looks like Robin Hood, disappearing into a car.
Picture Two:Compare the above costume to the one in the make-out fest with Alice in Wonderland—also Robin Hood? Do you agree? Same one?
Now, strap in for the big reveal:
The car in Picture One with the partial registration number visible, matches the one our top billionaire Mark Becker appeared in last year for the Christmas ball! Do you see it?? What are the odds?
Mark Becker = Robin Hood?
And that begs the question, to quote the old song:who the fuck is Alice?
WHIM xox
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[Undul-Ater]Yessss, go Alice, go Alice! Who cares though, just leave her be
[Haptic98]NOOOOOOOOO Maaaaark
[furrybeastx]OMG you quoted me! *feeling special*
[whathappensinmayfair]you are special @furrybeastx
[Kit-Cat-8]I’m not picking up what you’re putting down. That’s not Mark. Too short.
[Rampage101]@Kit-Cat-8 he’s stooping? She’s tiny.
[whathappensinmayfair]she’s pretty average actually, which means he’s also quite tall?
[Undul-Ater]I agree with @Kit-Cat-8, it’s not Mark Becker. He’s too uptight, he’d never dress up like that
[Pumpsup]Holy shit I just started reading ur blog WHIM and now I need to go back and read all the others. I kept saying I hate goss but look at me now. HOOKED
[whathappensinmayfair]welcome to the party @pumpsup
[Ziggy]Omg lucky lucky girl
CHAPTER NINETEEN
the question
MARK
Texting with Alice every day, and talking to her as much as I have, has made me realise how much I’ve been missing out on. She points out all kinds of details to me I’ve not thought of. Her favourite is the way the sun shines through leaves blowing in the breeze, and now I’ve started noticing these little treats of nature too.
I crack the window open in the morning to hear the birds outside, and I appreciate the view of the vast park below. It has huge ancient trees, and when the sun hits them from the right angle, shadows dance across the grass below.
I take my morning run through St James’s Park instead of the vast Hyde Park and, for the first time, absorb the wealth of colour surrounding me. Alice told me she loves how the world sometimes pops as if someone put a filter on it, and I understand what she means. The grass is greener than I ever knew. There are brightly coloured flowers everywhere, which has never registered before. And I spot green parrots in the park. After ten years in Mayfair, I’ve never noticed there are sodding parrots in the parks.
I shower in the ensuite of my upstairs office (that Ireturn to as often as I can), and when Patrice indicates it’s time, I make my way downstairs to meet with the strategy team. My well-kept schedule leaves no room for dawdling, but maybe I should start sneaking in five minutes here and there for mindfulness, as Alice suggested. Start acknowledging things I am grateful for. There’s an excellent little bench alcove in the neighbouring park that looks secluded. Or I can buy a spot in the private garden of the estate on the other side.
“Patrice,” I turn to her before entering the meeting room. “Please wedge two ten-minute breaks into my daily schedule.”
