She wore a gold watch, a gift from her parents and gold earrings. Slipping on chocolate and gold coloured sandals, with just the hint of a heel, she was ready. It had been agreed that Lisa would drop Gill off, and then join the girls in the pub next door, in case Gill needed rescuing. As Gill walked up the steps into Chez Molinières, the noise of laughter and the sound of several voices greeted her. It was Monday night. She’d picked this venue as she thought it would be quieter. It was five past seven. She’d tried to be on time, but Lisa wouldn’t allow it. ‘You have to make him wait. You can’t arrive before him,’ she said firmly, grabbing Gill by the wrist, as Gill once again tried to get out of the car. It simply wasn’t in her DNA to turn up late for anything. Finally giving in, she waited a few minutes before sliding out of the car. She had been watching the entrance to see if he arrived whilst she waited. But she hadn’t seen anyone go in who resembled him and he certainly wasn’t hanging around in the entrance vestibule.
