CHAPTER 43
NOAH HUGHES WALKED through his brother's bedroom door and saw him changing.
— Any events tonight, Erick?
— I have a private party at the London Eye.
— It must be exciting to be in that cubicle that only holds twenty— five people in a cabin.
Eric smiled.
— The number of people is not important for a party to be a success, but the quality of the guests is essential, and discretion is even better, weren't you the one who said I needed to avoid the front pages of the newspapers?
— Finally, a little sense in that little head.
— Judgment never, to attend a successful party, always...
— I'd love to hear from your mouth that wisdom spreads to the four winds, which is important for a successful party.
Erick came face to face with his brother, gave him a light pat on the face and said in a humorous tone.
— I must be present, nothing more, nothing less, my dear brother.
Noah smiled, knowing well his brother's characteristic humorous touch, he was a man who was above life itself.
— Take care.
— Noah... life needs to go on, I know it hasn't been easy having to bury Charlene today, but your country needs you, Harry and Phillip need you and I need you. —
Erick hugged his brother who didn't say anything.
— Don't wait for me for dinner, huh.
— You never come to dinner, you bastard.
Eric smiled once more.
— I know...