Honoré was supposed to collect me.
I was still waiting on the footpath for him to swing by when Phillia called. “Seville, where are you? Everyone else is here already. The competition starts in an hour! I thought you needed lots of time for set up?”
“I do,” I agreed, “but I’m still waiting for Honoré. How did you get there? I though he was picking you up first?”
Phillia gasped. “Didn’t he call you last night? He had to cancel. Something came up.”
I gritted my teeth. “He didn’t call me. Look, if anyone asks, I’m still coming. Talk to you when I get there.”
There was no choice. I’d already given Honoré money for petrol, so I didn’t have any for taxis, and there were no buses, which was why I’d arranged a lift. I picked up my equipment bag, and legged it to the venue.
So much for being fresh for my competition presentation.
The first two people I saw at the venue were Honoré and Axel Rodham’s older sister, making out. I could see what had come up.
Axel looked green when I got there with minutes to spare for my set up. He was greener still when I beat him for first place and the scholarship.
Don’t know how long Honoré’ll have a girlfriend for.
