Isabel took a big gulp of her wine and smacked her lips in satisfaction.
“This feels like heaven,” she declared.
“You say that about everything,” Amelia pointed out.
“I know. Anything that isn’t work is heaven.”
“I can attest to that.” Amelia took a swig of her own drink. “And this tastes really good.”
Bryony sat with her friends, staring at her drink. She had agreed to come out and see her friends but now she was beginning to regret it. After moving around the office like a zombie, all Bryony wanted to do was go home and huddle under her duvet. Going out with Isabel and Amelia, who were always the life of the party, was probably not the best thing to do.
“Bryony?”
Bryony looked up to see her friends looking at her curiously. Isabel touched her arm.
“Are you okay?”
Bryony swallowe
