Bag thrown on the ground, I disappeared into a group hug. ‘Hey, you guys, it’s so great to see you!’ I checked them over to see if they’d changed since Easter when we last met up. ‘Summer, you look fabulous!’ She did. Were those some sneaky long layers in her black hair? The bits at the front now curled round onto her chest rather than falling down the back with the rest. Summer wiped the back of her hand across her brow with exaggerated relief. ‘Phew! I wasn’t sure what you were going to say. You reduced my confidence to dust over those white jeans last time.’ ‘And what about me?’ asked Angel, prodding my ribs. ‘Don’t I look gorgeous too?’ I grinned. ‘Angel, you look just the same as ever.’ ‘Bah. I’m taking that as a compliment.’ ‘It is.’ I always envied Angel for her straight hair, the colour of wild honey; she told me she was jealous of my curls. Both of us spent a fortune on hair products trying to be like the other. The only party happy with that outcome were the makers of the lotions and potions.
