The houses grew fewer and further between as the road switched and snaked up and down, through hills and down to the sea and back up again. She wondered curiously where they were going. Surprisingly, she found that she didn’t care. Caitlin was chattering at full speed about the last party she had organized. “Chic” was her favourite word. “Everything was unbelievably chic. We put long silver birch twigs inside a dozen tall glass vases, filled the vases with water and put floating candles on the top. The whole place glowed. Such a good idea. I impress even myself sometimes.” “How long have you had your party-planning business?” Eve asked. “About eight months now,” said Caitlin, changing gear smoothly. “I have a storeroom filled with the most delectable things imaginable. Decorations, candles, crockery.” “Balloons?” “I adore balloons,”
