twenty-five
On Wednesday evening, as Elizabeth was enjoying a soak in the marble rolled-top bathtub, she received another text from Gary. Elizabeth was hit with a pang of guilt. She hadn’t replied to his last message, where he’d invited her on another date. There was a combination of reasons as to why she didn’t want another meet-up. Firstly, she’d decided that although he was a handsome, nice enough man, there was no real attraction – at least not on her part. Secondly, she didn’t want to start a relationship now, not when she was busy with her backing singer role. Thirdly, and dare she admit it, she realised that she was developing feelings for someone else. Finally, she didn’t want to lead Gary on in any way. He had already been over-affectionate at their rock-climbing meet and the tho
