Rose clutched her hands to her chest and sat like a frightened rabbit as a full colour was applied to her hair.
“Come on, sweetie,” one of the juniors spoke to her like she was a small child, “let’s get you under the heat lamp. More champagne?”
Rose nodded gratefully and held out her glass. Shelly was laughing uproariously with Frederick, reminiscing over fun times spent together. Rose delved in her bag, extracted her mobile and checked her messages. There were two from her mum, asking if she was okay and telling her that Marty had been caught in an amorous clinch with a married woman.
Rose clicked on the phone icon and after a few rings was connected to Fran.
“Hi, love.” Her mum sounded breathless. “I’ve just finished hoovering, are you enjoying yourself?”
“Hi, Mum. I’m having a
