Charlotte heard the sound of a zipper being
unfastened, a low laugh from Thea, the susurration of clothing being
discarded. Oh God, oh God…Alex and Thea were going to make out on the other
side of the gazebo. She couldn’t eavesdrop on them any longer – she’d have
to get out of there.
She rose to her feet and took a cautious step across the wooden floor. But,
in high heels, the step wasn’t cautious enough: the creak of the floorboard
sounded deafening in the meaningful silence that had descended on the
gazebo. Maybe she should take her shoes off? Charlotte bent down to slip off
her right stiletto, then realised that the heel had got stuck in a knothole.
She tugged and tugged at it, but it was too firmly wedged to dislodge
without making a noise. There was nothing for it – she’d just have to leave
it behind and come back for it later. She slid her left foot out of its
shoe, crept down the steps of the gazebo and fled across the lawn like
Cinderella fleeing from the ball.
The Cholyngham Gazebo