As Scott is out tonight, I decide to use the time wisely. I was my legs, under arms and bikini line; paint my nails, spray on fake tan and inspired by the models in my magazine, I stick on false eyelashes. I end up with three lashes stuck successfully to my lid and so much glue that I look as though I’ve developed cataracts.
When I retire to bed, I’m satisfied with my extensive beautification and find myself thinking constantly about tomorrow night. I drift into a light sleep, waking just after one am when Scott comes home. I use the opportunity to go to the toilet, just so I can bump into him. God, I’m pathetic.
He’s looking ridiculously handsome in an end of the night kinda way. He’s slightly dishevelled- his toe loose and his suit jacket is flung over his arm- and he’s unbuttoning t
