twenty-six
Elizabeth was expecting a blonde bombshell; someone young and glowing who was similar to Josh’s previous girlfriends. Yet the woman standing in front of her wasn’t at all like that. Kelly was attractive, there was no denying it; tall, with masses of dark ringlets which framed a pretty oval face, she exuded confidence and sexiness. The surprise lay in the lines that crossed her forehead and wrinkled her eyes. The puckered skin on her hands as she pushed her hair off her forehead. It was obvious she was a mature woman; she looked in her forties, not much younger than Elizabeth, and Josh was only in his early twenties. Elizabeth leant on a chair for support, blinking rapidly to try to hide her genuine shock.
There was an awkward silence, which was broken when Kelly stepped toward
