smile. “Seriously, I was overwhelmed by it when I first came to town and was assaulted by this horde, but you get the hang of it eventually.”
Sloan hits me with a cheeky smile, so I reluctantly take the bag from her hands. “Well, thank you. This is extremely generous.”
“That’s the ticket!” Sloan exclaims. “And thank you for helping our Freya. She’s pretty much everybody’s favourite.”
I nod and smile. “I feel the same way.”
With the dress hanging in the back of my car, I drive the short distance from Shoreditch to Freya and Mac’s new house in Brick Lane. I roll my windows down and let in the August breeze as I take in the different neighbourhoods. It’s different on the East End. It has a more artsy, cultural feel to it with little outdoor markets, vintage shops, art galleries, and street art all over which I could stare at for hours.
Freya and Mac have settled well here, too. Freya has her big deal coming from Harrods. Mac has a dream job as a developer for a video game company which confirms that deep down my brother is still just a boy trapped in a man’s body. And they have this wonderfully tight-knit pseudo-family who is overbearingly sweet and growing their families as well.
They’re certainly a night and day difference from the crowd I hung out with in West London over five years ago. I fell in with the twenty-something social climbers who worked in retail and shared tiny studio flats behind all the high streets. We worked nine to five and then met up at pubs and wine bars and drank late into the night while discussing who was up for the next big promotion.
On the weekends, we’d hit the nightclub scene and party into the wee hours of the morning. It’s quite impressive I could work my way up at Fortnum and Mason with what little sleep I had. But work hard and play harder was the culture, so partying was how we blew off steam.
Regardless, I must admit I’m pleased to be back in London and having much less wild and crazy experiences. This way of life feels much safer.
I find a parking spot in front of Mac and Freya’s brick home that’s tucked discreetly away on a cobblestone side street. Freya is obsessed with horses, so the adorable little mews house where horses used to live is perfect. When she found out that little fun fact, they had to buy the property straight away. It’s quite idyllic overall, though. It’s three bedrooms and two and a half bathrooms with the perfect mix of restored old beams and exposed brick with contemporary touches. Plus, they have their own private garden with a lush cherry blossom tree out back. I didn’t exactly love my flat and job back in Dundonald, so it was all too easy to put in my notice to help out for as long as they need me.
Furthermore, I’m looking at this situation as a test run to see if I can handle London better now than I did in the past. I hardly recognise the person I was five years ago, and that’s certainly for the better. If I can remain the new and improved Tilly, then perhaps I can soon call London my home again as well. A proper night out with my brother will be a great test for me.
I grab my dress from the back seat before quietly letting myself in through the red front door. Freya was taking one of her cat naps when I left, so I don’t want to disturb her or her insane felines, Hercules and Jasper. Jasper has warmed up to me nicely, but Hercules isn’t budging no matter how many treats I try to sneak him.
I make my way up the floating staircase in their entryway to the guest bedroom upstairs. The master suite is on the main level to the right of the stairs with their living room area to the left and their kitchen and dining through that. This home has a cosy layout peppered with bright, eclectic furniture from all different decades. Completely Freya’s style. Unique and one of a kind.
On the second level of the home is my room, a second loo, and a wee nursey that’s already starting to fill up with baby items. I inhale a cleansing breath as I walk by, feeling surprisingly fulfilled by being here and helping them through all of this. The past few years I’ve