As darkness fell like a shroud, more people wandered into the pool bar. Marian and Shelly were dancing, throwing their arms and legs around exuberantly. The bar staff were clapping and whistling along to the tune, the chatter was loud and the atmosphere was upbeat and happy. Shelly announced loudly that she wanted to move on, but first she was going to the toilet.
As soon as she was out of earshot, Marian rushed over to Rose, nudging her in the ribs and almost spilling her drink. “We have to stay here,” she whispered.
Rose glanced at Carmella, who was discussing baby names with Isabel and Maria.
“Why?” Rose drained her drink. “Isn’t it up to Shelly?”
“I’ve got something organised,” Marian winked, “and you do not want to miss this.”
“What have you done, Marian?” Rose looked at her
