The food had been really good, the champagne had made Freya slightly light-headed and she hated to admit it but Nicholas had been reasonable company. ‘Isn’t he gorgeous?’ Emma stated excitedly when she and Freya went to the ladies toilets to freshen up. ‘Who?’ Freya enquired. ‘Nick of course and so nice. You were wrong about him you have to admit it,’ Emma said as she touched up her lipstick. ‘I’m not admitting anything. Anyway I’m surprised you could get a clear view of him with Bob Crosby virtually sat on your lap. I hope you told him he’s nearly old enough to be your father,’ Freya spoke. ‘Hardly! He’s forty six. Anyway, I told him I was practically married,’ Emma said as she washed her hands. ‘That wouldn’t deter him,’ Freya remarked. ‘It’s been OK though hasn’t it? The meal I mean, in the circumstances of having to share a table with all these famous people.’ ‘It’s been OK.
