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He strode over to them.

“Hello there,” he said. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

His mother had on a floral dress with a beige blazer. His sister had made more of an effort in a sixties-style mini dress.

He hugged her. “You look sensational.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

Aron had opted for a tight shirt with a green geometric pattern paired with equally as snug brown trousers.

Thank goodness for eBay.

His mother took a step forward and they exchanged an awkward hug.

“Where’s the guest of honour?” she asked as they retreated swiftly from each other.

“Incoming.”

Granny came up to them holding a bottle of champagne.

“Here you are,” she said. “Turns out I do know that DJ.”

“Oh yes?” Aron asked. “How?”

“Never you mind. You two need drinks.”

His mother once more crossed the space between them and to his astonishment, linked Aron’s arm.

“How about you introduce us to those cocktails?” she said, staring at his glass. “They look delicious.”

Aron shared a glance with Granny, who nodded.

It appeared it was going to be a night full of surprises.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

As the party wore on, the cocktails were going down a storm. Granny had taken up residence on the dance floor. She was currently stomping around to(I Can’t Get No) SatisfactionbyThe Rolling Stones.Aron leant against the bar, watching her.

“I bet she owned London in her day,” Alexander said.

“What do you mean in her day’?” Aron replied.

Alexander chuckled. “Don’t tell her I said that. Of course she still owns the bloody place. Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

“Tell your face then.”

Aron stuck his tongue out.

“Much better,” Alexander said. “You’re the belle of the ball now.”

They watched the action a little longer.

“How’s life with you? I mean really,” Aron said.

Alexander took a large swig of his cocktail and pondered the question.