The three execs traded intense looks.
“We only wanted your opinion of the comments,” the one interviewing me said.
That wasn’t good enough. “I need your assurance my last comments are not going to be used.”
“You have my assurance,” she said, then indicated to the cameramen that was a wrap, and I was swiftly ushered out.
One step into the hallway, I almost bumped into Tabs, up next. I gave her an anxious smile, happy to be done with that and to have stuck to my principles with the execs.
When Tabs finished her interview, she joined me in the kitchen, and I caught her eyes, trying to judge how her interview went. She gave me an encouraging smile. Obviously, they hadn’t pushed her to say bad things about me.
“Tabs, they were trying to bait me about you,” I whispered. “Trying to stir things up between us. I might have said a few things I shouldn’t—but I told them they couldn’t use those answers, and they gave their assurance.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine if you said not to use it.”
Simon clapped his hands. “Right. A moment of you two doing the final look-around.”
“But we’ve got another hour,” I said. “It’s not seven yet.”
“Has to be done while execs are here.” Without another word, he waved in the cameras, and we toured the house, both of us pointing out all the changes and smiling. And despite being rushed on this job, we had so much to smile about.
Where the house had been a warren of small, run-down rooms, it was now open and fresh and full of whimsy and color and fun textiles.
“That’s a wrap,” Simon said, and within seconds, the crew turned to packing up. We hugged them goodbye with reminders that we’d see each other at the premiere in two weeks.
Tabs spun around in the empty kitchen. “Wow, a rush at the end, but I’m so happy with what we’ve done.” She stopped dead. “But quite honestly, we’ve probably got four more hours to really finish.”
“I’ll do the rest. Let’s get you to the train station,” I said.
In the end, I’d just pulled into the train car park when the loud clack of the tracks and a whistle told us that we had to run for it.
On the platform, the train screeched to a halt, and the doors opened with a puff.
“I can’t believe I won’t see you for a week.” I squeezed her in a hug and handed over her bag. “I love you, and I’ll miss you so much.”
“See you back here to watch the preview,” she said. “Can’t wait.”
The production company was sending us a half hour of highlights, and we’d arranged to view the preview with a group of friends at Tabitha’s parents’ house this Saturday. A week later, we’d both attend the premiere of the show in London.
After that, we could get on with our lives.
“I can’t wait either,” I said and gave her a swift kiss.
She jumped on to the train and sat down, waving as they pulled away.
I stood and watched, waving back, excited for the day she returned. So why did a creeping sense of unease crawl up my spine?
MAKEOVER YOUR MONEYMAKER,sneak peek.
Four design teams compete to turn a home into a business.
Team: Tim and Tabitha.
2,500 Comments:
CotwoldsOwn:SOMEONE needs to take that girl in hand! Ordering everyone around all day long!
TeamTimFTW342:Tim, mate, tell her where to get off. Who does she think she is, giving out instructions like that?
