Chapter 19

• When Blair arrived at Pizza Express, her two best friends already had a table and a plate of cheesy garlic bread that they were washing down with a pitcher of Pimms.
• “Hi.” She sat heavily, glad to take the weight from her feet.
• “Hey, you, good day?” Sharon grinned. She had long, fluttery, fake black lashes and bright-red lipstick. Today her golden hair was scraped back into a high ponytail, not a strand out of place, and dangling neon-green earrings in the shape of shamrocks hung halfway down her elegant neck.