All in white. White tight jeans were teamed with a white kaftan top. Her hair was white (with yellow streaks) and her skin pale (white). As the wine hit her Bella had a sudden vision of Yvonne and Juliet as black and white queens. Juliet’s trousers were also tight but, Bella noticed, hung fashionably from her slim frame. She looked at her own itchy woollen trousers, courtesy of Anna Ford, with regret. Then Juliet swept past her. ‘Hello, hello everyone! At last! I’ve been stuck on Eurostar first class while they sent someone back to Paris to get me another coffee. Juliet swung round to Fiona. ‘I’m dying for a decaf now – I’m all jittery! You couldn’t fetch us a coffee, could you sweetheart?’ But Fiona had gone a peculiar shade of green. ‘I … I don’t feel so well,’ she managed, looking pleadingly at Bella. ‘All this excitement with Zee Zee. And that food colouring from this morning. I think … I think I’m going to be sick.’ ‘Go and have a lie down,’ whispered Bella.
