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glammed up to the max.
    Jazz tutted, ‘God! You’re so demanding!’
    Sam was already dressed and made up and was looking at herself in the mirror. She turned this way and that, considering herself from every angle. She was wearing a red halter-neck dress with a full skirt, and Sapphire thought she looked pretty good, given that the diet hadn’t been going so well. But Sam was in full moan mode, ‘I look fat, don’t I? I’m wearing magic pants and you can still see my stomach. God, I hate my body!’
    Sapphire and Jazz exchanged eye rolls, which Sapphire then regretted as it felt as if her false lashes were going to fall off.
    ‘Don’t say that, you look great!’ Jazz exclaimed.
    ‘Very sexy,’ Sapphire added, ‘Perhaps you can spice up the reunion by copping off with someone.’
    ‘Who exactly?’ Sam demanded.
    ‘Cal’s going.’ Jazz replied.
    Cal Bailey, the former premiership footballer, had been a couple of years above them at school. He was one of the best-looking men that Sapphire had ever met. As far as Sapphire was concerned there wasn’t a chance Calwould fancy Sam. Sam clearly thought so too, as she shook her head.
    ‘What about Dave Greenwich?’ Sapphire suggested instead. Not exactly a looker but a nice-enough guy if she remembered.
    ‘Thanks a lot!’ Sam exclaimed, sounding offended, ‘You mean Dave Fatwich! With the personal hygiene problem?’
    Oops, Sapphire hadn’t meant to upset Sam. But before she could make it up to her friend Jazz tactfully said, ‘Sam is way out of Dave’s league. And isn’t Cal still hung up on Angel?’
    Cal had recently moved back to Brighton after an injury had permanently ended his footballing career and after the break-up of his marriage to the glamour model Angel Summer six months ago. Now he was concentrating on trying to set up a series of football academies. Sapphire had met up with him the previous week for a drink and all Cal had done was talk about his wife.
    ‘Yep, he’s gutted.’
    ‘Shouldn’t have played away then, should he?’ Jazz said, who had been shocked to learn that Cal had been unfaithful. Cal and Angel had been her pin-up couple, their relationship her idea of the perfect marriage. They’d been the nation’s golden couple for a while.
    ‘No, he shouldn’t,’ Sapphire agreed, thinking of her own marriage break-up. Then, because this was not a topic of conversation likely to put her in a good mood, she asked, ‘Anyway, shall I go for my Vivienne Westwood corset dress? Or my skinny jeans?’
    ‘Corset dress,’ Sam replied. ‘I can’t be the only one showing cleavage.’
    Half an hour and a taxi ride later, the girls arrived at the school hall and immediately felt completely overdressedas nearly everyone else was in jeans. There were groups of people milling around chatting, while a mirrorball spun round, sprinkling the hall with silver circles of light and the DJ played tracks from the nineties. No one was dancing. It was as cringey as Sapphire had feared, God, it even smelt the same – the unmistakeable smell of floor polish mixed in with sweat, smelly socks and Lynx. Definitely not Sapphire’s scene.
    The girls exchanged rueful looks and immediately headed for the bar, well, the trestle table that was acting as a bar, and grabbed three plastic cups of lukewarm white wine. Sapphire took a sip and pulled a face, ‘This is vile!’
    ‘Lucky I brought my own supplies of vodka, isn’t it?’ Sam replied, pulling a sleek silver flask from her bag and offering it round.
    ‘On to the hard stuff already, ladies?’ They all turned round guiltily mid-pour to see Cal looking amused.
    ‘Want some?’ Sam asked holding out the flask.
    Cal shook his head. ‘I’m driving.’
    ‘God, Cal, you’re good, drink is probably the only thing that’s going to get me through this.’ Sapphire replied as they quickly exchanged kisses.
    Jazz and Sam got caught up with talking to one of the girls they were at school with while Sapphire