Eight“I’ve got to get out. I’m suffocating.”
Pania Hayes rose from the sofa, fiddled with one of her long ruby earrings and swished her deep carmine skirts around her. She knew she looked every inch the commanding diva, her dark hair tumbling in controlled waves from the top of her head, the ruby earrings and matching necklace setting off the smooth line of her neck. She might convincingly play the diva, but inside she felt strangely adrift.
She strolled towards the open windows of the Stockton House dining room, fanning her face with her hand, casting her voice back to the table as she moved. “The funeral went very well, John, but now I need some light relief!”
John, Nathan, Sebastian and Harvey were still sitting over an end-of-meal coffee at a table where they had dined well on veget
