Chapter 607

• Proserpina
• The next day, Bree came down for breakfast with the look of the cat which had had all the cream. Her sidekick, Stan, tailed after her, yawning hugely. Bree was in one of her new outfits, a soft blue straight-leg denim jumpsuit. Expensive like all her other purchases, this one was a vintage blue washed denim, a sleeveless design with a deep square neckline. It sported four pockets and was s classic denim statement to style. She had teamed it up with chunky leather sneakers and a graphic crew neck T-shirt.
• I was suddenly conscious, more than ever of my bedraggled state. I had draped a scarf to go with my old yellow sundress, in a pathetic attempt to hide the vivid purple bruises around my neck for Lucien’s thick, strong fingers had left a mark.