Chapter Six.
AS LUCK WOULD HAVE it, drunk me still had a basic idea of what I needed on a holiday.
I laid the suitcase out on the largest bed I’d ever seen, unzipped it, and flipped open the lid. “Oh, thank god.”
I pulled out the clothes I’d haphazardly packed and placed them in piles on the bed. Knickers. Bras. Blouses. Skirts. One pair of blue jeans I hadn’t worn in years, and a summer dress that was far too short. But still... I had clothes.
No makeup. No toiletries. And no coats or sweaters, which was going to be a problem. But at the bottom of the suitcase was my little black dress. The only dress I wore on a regular basis because it hid my saggy arms, dimply thighs and my post baby belly that never seemed to tighten no matter how many sit-ups I did.
I hugged the dress to my ches
