Chapter 89

• Sebastian woke to silence, and no one in the bed with him. The empty champagne bottle was propped up on what had been her main pillow, a rolled-up sheet of notepaper funnelled into its neck. Snatching it out, he unrolled the paper onto the crumpled sheets and read what she’d written.
• ‘Dear Don Juan,’ it began.
• ‘Sorry I can’t stay for breakfast, or afters. I have an appointment in town at eight. If you know anything about the popularity of André’s beauty salon, you’ll understand why I refuse to cancel. Then I have some shopping to do afterwards before heading off to the races, as usual. I’m sure you’ll find me there. You know my regular haunts. I presume you have something in mind for this evening, so, being a good little mistress, I’ll arrange to be free.