Rose was vaguely aware of people clapping and surging forward. They jostled behind her, pushing her towards the open arms of her best friend.
“Rose!” Shelly cried. “Is it really you?”
“Yes,” squeaked Rose, then emotion overcame her and tears glistened in her eyes. She was pulled into a tight embrace that smelt of hair lacquer and strong perfume.
“It’s so good to see you,” she mouthed against her friend’s ear, “it’s so great to have you home.”
“Let me look at you.” Shelly moved back and looked Rose up and down. “You look so pretty.”
“And you look stunning!” Rose grinned at the sight of Shelly in her clinging cream dress which accentuated a glowing tan. “How was your flight?”
“Never mind her flight,” Marty yelled, “let’s get this party started!”
The first beats of Dancing Queen s
