[MaC] And So it Begins ... Nicola

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>>
>> "But you look smashing!" Marjorie said enthusiastically.
>> "Like a real celebrity!  I bet the men won't be able to
>> take their eyes off you," she said cheerfully.
>>
> 
> The sound of their voices seemed to spark off a response.  The door 
> opposite opened and Anton Barowenski, the Polish cocnert pianist 
> emerged, impeccably dressed in the white tie and tails of his profession 
> - perhaps a little excessive for a cocktail party.
> 
> He bowed, with a click of his heels.  "Ladies," he said formally.  "Good 
> evening ... and Merry Christmas."
> 
> Just then the door opened, and Marty Fitzroy emerged.  His moon face lit 
> up in a smile as he saw Nicola.  "My dear Miss Diamond!  And Miss ... 
> Miss Higgins. Glad you could make it."
> 
> He bowed low over Nicola's hand.  "You and me should 'ave a little 
> talk," he said.  "Later on."
> 
> He slipped her heand through his arm and turned to lead her to the 
> stairs to the upper dloor, leaving Majorie and Anton to follow. Anton 
> listed his eyebrows briefly and gave a resigned shrug - clearly he was 
> used to this sort of behaviour from his agent.  Instead he bowed to 
> Marjorie.
> 
> "Shall we go up, M'mselle?"

Marjorie nodded decisively.  "Let's, Mr. Barowenski.  And
call me Marjorie," she said with a smile as she took Anton's
arm and allowed him to show her in to the Fitzroys' flat.