Nothing or a dress? Not brave enough for the former, she wriggled into her little blue sundress and put on her strappy sandals. As she stood in front of the mirror, she practiced her smile. Not bad. After she’d scared herself stupid with the folder, she’d discovered a private patio at the back of the villa where she’d been able to soak up the last rays of the sun and added a healthy tinge to her cheeks. Butt cheeks, too. She laughed and her spirits rose. Something to drink and she’d be fine. But walking into the bar alone took courage. There were about thirty people in there chatting, drinking, fully clothed. Phew. She took a glass of something sparkling from a table near the entrance and sucked in a deep breath. You can do this. A few minutes later, she knew she couldn’t. She’d caught snatches of conversations and come to the conclusion she had nothing in common with any of these people. The men were lawyers, CEOs, and doctors, the women actresses, models, personal assistants.
