A tall, blond woman in her forties, sporting a fashionable hat and a cupid’s bow of red lipstick, bustles through the doors of a (hotel /tea shop). She glances around her before striding toward a young woman with auburn castle-bobbed tresses wearing a forest green dress seated at a table in the corner.
Beryl Helliwell: (Flashes a wide grin.) Sorry to be late. London traffic is a bit of tangle, isn’t it?
Verity Kent: (Smiles and then speaks in a well-modulated upper-crust British v...