Chapter 22“You look lovely, Jilly” Owen Mason observed, admiring his girlfriend whilst he stood in the doorway. Pity she had to die. He could have made her the way he was, but Owen had a roving eye and the last thing he intended was to have Jilly clinging onto him throughout eternity.
Jilly sat on the sofa watching Dancing with the Stars on television whilst she waited for his return. “Oh Owen, there you are. It’s ages ago that you sent that text. ‘Get your glad rags on’, you said, ‘we’re going to a party.’ Where is it?” Jilly switched off the television before moving into Owens arms. He was dressed in a dark grey suit, his hair freshly washed. She thought how handsome he was. Pity about the designer stubble though. She hated the way it itched her face when they kissed. “You’d better have
