Returning to work on Monday morning, I am impatient for the others to arrive. My heels are tapping on the floor as I power up my computer. Noah places a coffee mug on my desk before making his way into his office without saying anything.That's unlike him. He usually stops to talk to me for at least a few minutes before beginning work. My disappointment is short lived though when I see Stacey making her way into the department.Hurrying to my feet, I make my way over towards her."I need your help," I say to her as soon as I'm close enough."Good morning to you too," she says with a yawn."Sorry. Morning," I reply, falling into step beside her as she enters the team kitchen."What do you need, Eden?" she asks as she flips the switch on the kettle."I need to learn how to carve furniture.""You what?" She blinks at me, completely surprised. "How am I supposed to help with that? I just draw the furniture. Someone else makes it.""Yeah, but you have to make all those little model

Eden's POV:Noah is up to something. I'm not sure what but he's definitely up to something. He's been intentionally having meetings with members of the team without including me. I don't mind. Not really, except he keeps pulling Rob in with him and I need to ask Rob for help with my terrible carving.When I say terrible, I don't just mean terrible. I mean the worst carving I've ever seen.My dad always prided himself on the fact that we did everything by hand but right now, I would love to get someone else to do it for me. I'm never going to do a good job of the furniture for the doll's house and Grandma is all excited about it. She wants to make a big event out of the whole thing and I don't really want to let her down.I also want to do it well for my dad. I'd like to make him proud. I've been watching tutorial videos online and everything. They make it look so easy but when I come to do it myself it's a disaster. Stacey asked Rob to help me yesterday and he'd quickly agreed but

Eden's POV:A woodwork workshop?I can't believe that this is what Noah has been plotting. Stacey is grinning like the cheshire cat as she sits next to me. She's got that smug expression people get when they know something you don't.Did Noah arrange all this for me? He says not. He says it's for a special project he wants the team to work on in the next few weeks, one that he refuses to tell me anything about, but Stacey seems to think it's more about me than the secret project. Although she has absolutely no evidence to back up her opinion and so I'm wary of believing her.Mr Wigney - his name makes me giggle more than it should - is the sweetest old man I've ever met. I had the privilege of having lunch with him and he spent the majority of the time asking how I hurt my hands. Of course, I couldn't tell him the truth. That I'd cut them to shreds trying to carve furniture for the seventh Clancy house.Instead I told him the lie that I'd given Stacey, that I was trying to make a

Eden's POV:Why the hell has Noah got me carving little woodland creatures? I would have thought he realised from my terrible little chair that carving isn't one of my greatest strengths. Sure, I'm getting better but I'm still not exactly a master craftsman.Stacey says it's an important task for the spring line. She says we're actually going to be selling them. But who is she kidding... Who is going to pay for these little bunnies and deer? Then again... people buy all sorts of crazy stuff so maybe there's a market for wonky woodland animals.I've barely seen Noah in the last few weeks. He says he's been busy with work and to be fair, I've been crazy busy trying to get the Clancy house finished in time for grandma's party. That's what I'm calling it... A party. I don't understand why she wants to make a song and dance about the house. It's not going to be as good as the one's my dad used to make and so it's hard to believe that this isn't going to just be a great big disappointment

Eden's POV:Standing in the doorway of my childhood bedroom, I stare at the latest Clancy house. I have to admit it does look pretty impressive. To look at it from here, you wouldn't know that I did it instead of my dad. But that doesn't mean much; everything looks better at a distance."Oh, you're here again?" Grandma asks, coming to stand next to me."Yeah...""I thought you'd finished the house?""Yeah, just double checking it," I tell her, not taking my eyes off the house."It looks good to me," she says dismissively. She doesn't understand the pressure I feel."Are you sure about this?""About what dear?""The memorial service.""I don't really know what there is not to be sure about."Of course, she doesn't. She doesn't understand at all. It's not her that has been lying to everyone... What will Noah think when he sees me on that stage next to grandma? He's going to be so angry."Well... what about the fact that no one knows I'm your granddaughter?""I don't think t