Chapter Fifty-Four.

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Pulling up the dress around my body, I sang along to the Westlife CD that was playing through the stereo in the corner of the bedroom. 

“Uptown girl. She’s been living in her uptown world. I bet she never had a back street guy. I bet her mama never told her why,” I began singing as I shook my hips to the beat. “I’m gonna try for an uptown girl. She’s been living in her white bread world as long as anyone with hot blood can and now she’s looking for a downtown man - that’s what I am.” 

“And when she knows what she wants from her ti-i-ime. And when she wakes up and makes up her mi-i-ind,” I belted out as I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and looked at my reflection in the mirror. “She’ll see I’m not so tough just because I’m in love with an uptown girl. You know I’ve seen in her uptown world. She’s getting tired of her high class toys and all her presents from her uptown boys. She’s got a choice.”

“Uptown girl. You know I can’t afford to buy her pearls but maybe someday when my ship comes in she’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been and then I’ll win,” George joined in as he walked into the bedroom, tying up the tie that was wrapped around his collar. “And when she’s walking, she’s looking so fi-i-ine. And when she’s talking, she’ll say that she’s mi-i-ine. She’ll see I’m not so tough just because I’m in love with an uptown girl. She’s been living in her white bread world as long as anyone with hot blood can and now she’s looking for a downtown man - that’s what I am.” 

He grabbed hold of my hand and spun me around, causing me to laugh really loud - louder than I first intended. “Sing it with me, Sammy!” he laughed as we danced and pranced around the room. 

“Uptown girl. She’s my uptown girl. You know I’m in love with an uptown girl, my uptown girl. You know I’m in love with an uptown girl. She’s my uptown girl. You know I’m in love with an uptown girl, my uptown girl.” 

As the next song began, George and I collapsed onto the bed next to each other in hysterics. 

“You know what,” George grinned as he looked across to me. 

“What?” I smiled. 

“I never realised how happy you made me. Oh, Sammy. You came and you gave without taking but I sent you away. Oh, Sammy. Well, you kissed me and stopped me from shaking and I need you today. Oh, Sammy.”

I continued to giggle as George continued to sing along to Westlife’s version of ‘Mandy’ - obviously making the name change to fit my own name. 

“Your turn,” he grinned.

“I’m standing on the edge of time. I walked away when love was mine. Caught up in a world of uphill climbing. The tears are on my mind and nothing is rhyming. Oh, George..” I paused as I realised his name really didn’t fit in with the song. 

“Keep going,” he smiled, sitting up slightly to look at me. 

“We’ll be late for our reservations,” I laughed, standing up from the bed and walking across the room to turn the stereo off. 

“Fine,” he groaned as he pulled himself off the bed. 

“I’ll sing Westlife to you another time,” I joked as I took hold of his hand and dragged him out of the bedroom, grabbing my overnight bag and leading him down the stairs. 

*

Walking down the steps from the main entrance of the Corinthia, I looked across the road at the view of the River Thames that was flowing extremely fast through the centre of London. The sun had already began to set in the sky above us and a slightly chill was prevailing in the air but it didn’t stop the smile that was on my face from making another appearance. 

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