When I'm with you

Unexpected thing

"So you found a girlfriend in London?" she asked, carefully kicking the sand with the toe of her Shoe.
"No, or rather found, but not in London", said Arthur, a little embarrassed, "she's here."
"In Sanditon? No way!", said Georgie, "And who is she? Local Islander?"
"Not exactly," he said, " but she's been living in Sanditon for quite some time. We met again in London. Accidentally. In pastry courses. Began to communicate. Then meet. I learned a lot of new things around her, including about myself. She speaks very highly of you."
"God, do I know her?"  Georgie asked.
"Yes," said the younger Parker, " It's Phyllida Beaufort. She's with her family in London now, and she works here at a cafe on the beach with Fred Robinson and her sister. You should know what fantastic cupcakes she bakes. You'll lick your fingers."
" You want to say that it's love?", she asked, smiling broadly.
She was incredibly happy for Arthur. This cheerful, healthy man who had taken such care of her, trying to brighten up her lonely and dreary days, deserved to be happy like no one else on this planet.
" I think so", said Arthur, "she always believed in me and accepted me as I am. She makes me feel like a different person. Better than I thought I was"
Georgie smiled back at him.
"You know, I've been thinking a lot and I've come to the conclusion that we are all alone until we really meet our own person", Arthur continued enthusiastically, "it's just that sometimes we don't know that the one we need is right in front of us. We can see him every day, talk to him... and not understand... but it's worth getting to know him better..."
"Get to know him better," Georgie repeated automatically, her thoughts drifting to Crowe, to his eyes, to his breath, to the warmth of his strong body locked with hers in the babbington Storeroom.
"Did you think of Sidney and Charlotte?", Arthur asked, "I've been thinking about them all evening, too. They have waited so long and can finally be happy together."
"What?", she asked, reluctantly coming back to the reality of her standing on a sandy beach next to a completely different man, "and Yes, of course, that's what I was thinking. I hope no one can stop them."
"You sound as if someone is already standing in their way," said Arthur.
"No, not at all. Their horizon is completely empty, " Georgie lied, thinking back to the conversation between Sidney and Esther, Arthur, sorry, I'm almost forgot. I have to go. I have a meeting"
"So late?", asked Arthur, "maybe I should walk you out?"
" Thank you, but I'm in the car", Georgie smiled and kissed Arthur on the cheek, went in the direction of the embankment. Before she was halfway there, she looked back and shouted, " see you tomorrow! I want to talk to your Phyllida. We need to get to know her better. You know I'm very suspicious!"
"See you tomorrow, Georgie!"  Arthur called after her, and when he was sure she had reached the car, he strolled off in the direction of Trafalgar house.

After turning off the engine, she didn't dare get out of the car for a long time.
"Why are you here? What are you going to tell her now? She'll just throw you out the door and laugh at your helplessness", Georgie thought to herself. In the end, common sense lost and she decided to take the risk and rush into battle. Closing the car and leaving it a good hundred meters from the cottage, Georgiana went to meet Eliza.
"15 Collins lane, this house. The light is on. She's home," Miss lamb muttered to herself.  But before she could reach it, there was a noise from the cottage, then a thud, then another, and someone swore profanely, knocking something over on the terrace and hurrying out of the house. Georgie froze in fear, hugging a nearby Bush. Judging by the shape, it was quite a tall, strong man. She stared at him intently, straining to catch some familiar features. Now the light from the window fell on his face, distorted with anger. Georgie turned white with horror. It was Sidney Parker. And by the looks of it, he was furious.
Sidney left, and Georgie slid down the Bush, unable to move.  She was afraid to give herself away, but she was even more afraid to find out what had happened in the cottage. It was some time before she could pull herself together and get back on her feet. Suddenly, she saw another silhouette. It was different, somehow light and airy compared to the first one. This time it was a woman with her long hair down. The stranger went to the cottage, went up to the terrace, and went behind a large potted palm tree, just beyond which was the front door. From where she sat, Georgie couldn't figure out what she was doing. Miss lamb paused, listening for every sound.
There was a knock on the door and the stranger spoke.
"Mrs. Campion, this is Charlotte Hеywood, open up, we need to talk, this can't go on," she said.
Georgie was relieved for a moment. God, it's only Charlotte, she thought, but then she remembered Sidney's face as he walked away. "What the hell happened there?", she thought.
Charlotte, meanwhile, knocked several more times, inviting Eliza to enter into a dialogue, but there was no response. She came down from the porch and walked around the house, trying to look in the Windows and somehow lure Eliza out. Charlotte climbed up on the windowsill and looked inside. Suddenly she gave a sharp, loud cry and tumbled down. A second later, Charlotte was on her feet, shivering and nervously typing on the phone. Even in the faint light from the window, Charlotte looked incredibly pale. Miss Heywood put the receiver to her ear and began to speak. Georgiana became an ear.

Crowe awoke to a deafening crash. He felt as if his head was about to be torn apart. Francis opened his eyes, making sure that the sound wasn't coming from the nightmare he'd just had. Someone was banging on the door of his hotel room.
Getting out of bed, he turned on the light, blinded for a moment by its brightness, and reluctantly opened the door.
Georgiana lamb stood in the doorway. Her hands were shaking, and tears were streaming from her eyes. Crow's heart stopped, and a nasty, sticky fear enveloped him. Without thinking, he pulled Georgie into the room and closed the door, holding her tight.
"What happened?" he asked, dreading the answer to his question.
"He, he killed her," she sobbed, " Fren, Sidney killed Eliza. .."