A waiter had just served her with glass of Scotch. Not the first, I suspect, Paula thought as she walked up to her. 'Hello, Sophie, mind if I join you for a drink?' 'Another double Scotch,' Sophie shouted before the waiter had disappeared. 'Sit down, Paula. I'm feeling neglected.' 'That's entirely my fault,' Paula replied as she eased herself into a chair facing Sophie. She quickly studied Roman's only daughter. Sophie was good looking. Not in the glamorous manner of Marienetta, but in a more comfortable way. She had good features, grey eyes which looked frankly at Paula. Her nose was snub but well shaped and her chin suggested determination. Her brown hair, still tied back in a ponytail, suited her. She wore a blue evening dress, long-sleeved and with a high collar. When Paula's drink was brought they clinked glasses. Sophie smiled and looked round to make sure they were alone, then pulled her chair closer to Paula's. 'I'm sure any impression you have of me has come from Marienetta. We don't get on too well.
