"Em?"
I realise I was lost in a fantasy, and give him a guilty smile. "Sorry, Davey. I'm zoning out today. No idea why."
"Need some fresh air?" he asks.
I think. "Actually... yes, that would help a lot."
He helps me slip into my jacket, and we make for the doors to the garden, slipping out through the press of wallflowers gathered there and making our escape into the grounds. The gardens are lit at intervals by candles hanging from trees or fastened to stakes in the ground; it gives the manor the appearance of something from Wonderland.
I steer David towards the folly, and am glad to find that it is free of other people. I perch on the seat, and pull David down next to me. We sit, sipping our wine, listening to the muted sounds of conversation and music drifting down from the Manor, b
