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wasn’t enough left for a new outfit or a manicure.
    When she got home she luxuriated in a bubble bath courtesy of Bethan’s Mr Matey. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had time for a bath. The water felt wonderful, soft and silky on her skin. She had opened wine as soon as she had got in (her favourite South African was back on the shelf, £2.99 and 14%) and now she was halfway down the bottle. She wished she was n’t going to the stupid banquet. S he wished she could have just stayed in the bath relishing the fact she was completely on her own. There were no nappies that needed changing, no bottles to warm, no relentless, mind - numbing children’s television programmes to endure. Her eyes closed . S he was so tired, sleep would be nice, completely uninterrupted sleep. She imagined being asleep, being covered up in her duvet, her head on the pillow. And as she began to relax and let her mind wander , Mat thew was next to her in the bed. H andsome , wavy- haired Matthew, the husband she loved. Then the image of him suddenly became distorted. He wasn’t lovely Matthew any more, he was Matthew who had l eft her and left their daughter t he Matthew she hated. As that realisation came to the forefront of her thoughts she snapped open her eyes and hurriedly sat up. She started to wheeze and cough, desperately trying to clear her lungs of the water that had seeped into her mouth while she had been fantasising about someone she loathed. She took another drink of wine to clear her throat and checked her watch. It was 6.45pm and she wasn’t even dressed.
     
     
    Half an hour later she almost fell through the door of Fenton ’ s wine bar. It was 7.15pm, the taxi had been late and she hadn’t had a chance to take any time over getting ready at all. She had managed foundation and lipstick but that wa s it on the make- up front. In the end it had been a case of throwing her one and only good dress over her head and hurrying out of the house hoping she had managed to avoid white deodorant marks in her haste. Now she was being overwhelmed by atmospheric di m lighting ( so dim she could barely see ) and hideous cocktail bar piano music.
    She scrutinised the people stood at the bar. There was a group of men in dinner jackets sharing bottles of champagne and laughing loudly at every second word one of the older me n in the group said, a ll on their way to being pissed. There were two women her age sat at the bar whispering to one another over cocktails and licking their lips over the barman . A nd finally there was one man sat on his own, back to the door, picking at the bowl of n uts on the counter. He was dark- haired and Kate judged he was approximately six foot. It could be Joel, or maybe, given her late arrival , Joel had gone home. She didn’t know whether she wanted him to be here or not. She could still invent Carlos, she knew a lot about swine flu, she had researched it on the internet in case Bethan developed symptoms.
    ‘ Excuse me, are you Kate? ’ a velvety voice asked from behind her.
    She knew that voice. It sounded like it could wrap her up in silk and feed her caramel centred chocolates.
    Kate turned around and immediately looked into a face she also recognised. Despite the picture on the internet making him look like some sort of Adonis , somehow it hadn’t really done him justice.
    ‘ I’m Joel, ’ the gorgeous vision in front of her proclaimed.
    Kate couldn’t stop herself from very obviously looking him up and down. He was over six foot, athletically slim, with dark hair and the largest eyes she had ever seen. He was impecca bly dressed in a dark blue suit teamed with a white shirt.
    ‘ Are you Kate? ’ he repeated as she hadn’t spoken.
    ‘ Yes, yes I am. H ello , I’m Kate, nice to meet you, ’ she hurriedly spoke, offering her hand to him.
    Joel ignored the offering, leant forward and kissed her on the cheek.
    ‘ If we’re supposed to be dating I don’t think we should shake hands,