Chapter One
I first met Bea at a wedding reception a couple of months ago. She was a friend of my mam’s, and the mother of the bride. Mam had been invited because she and Bea worked together, and although they weren’t exactly best friends, they supported each other closely in what my mam always said was ‘a very difficult working environment’. My step-dad was invited as mam’s ‘significant other’ and I was included just because I think they felt they couldn’t have my mam and dad there without asking me too.
Bea was tall, honey blonde and slim. She looked to be in her mid to late 30s; classy and gorgeous, but talking to my mam afterwards I gather she was closer to 45 or 50. However old she was though, it didn’t show on her. She had lovely clear, creamy skin that was unspoiled by loads of ma
