“Shane this is Harold Carvington. He’s the man in charge of the restoration project I told you about, and effectively, my new boss.” Bette introduced. Carvington looked most uncomfortable tucked behind his Armani suit but something seemed familiar to her about him.

“Hello,” he said shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked around. Shane shook her head in acknowledgement as she caught a reflection in the glass of an exotic painting behind him. She spun around and saw, walking in a tattered jeans jacket, white t-shirt and faded out blue jeans, Will in full stride over toward them. Shane smiled relieved to find a friendly face there but what in the world was she doing there. Shane was just about to greet her when, “Ms. Porter, I hope you don’t mind but I invited my sister.” Mr. Carvington announced as he drew Will near. “Willamena, this is Ms. Porter, the one I told you that I was putting in charge of the restoration,” he introduced. Will grinned and stuck out her hand.

“Nice to meet you Ms. Porter,. Willamena Carvington, but please call me Will. I’ve heard much about you. And this must be you’re lovely partner Tina and adorable child Angelica. A pleasure all around. Please forgive my appearance, I wasn’t actually expecting to drop by tonight,” Will started as she winked at Shane. Shane stood flabbergasted with mouth agaped. Bette and Tina took Will’s hand in turn and shook it as they told her that her appearance was no trouble at all and invited her to spend the evening with them. Shane snared Will’s arm and dragged her off behind a few portraits on an atristicly placed wall. “Apparently I’m leaving sooner than expected,” she laughed as Shane cornered her.

“***** you weren’t kidding when you said you were well connected. You’re a Carvington?” Shane posed in a very inquisitive manner.

“That I am, cowboy. That I am. Rather the black sheep of the family but nevertheless I be who I be. Why? Does this make all the differance,” Will asked. Shane shook her head a huge smile crossing her face.

“No, I just didn’t expect to see you here and, well, I’m a little surprised,” Shane said laughing.

“Well, Ms. McCouchin, I have to say you are a bit out of place yourself,” Will started in humourus protest. Will stopped and looked over Shane’s shoulder. “Yet I dare say, you are being watched.”