The CLASS REUNION
Laura barely had time to pick up her phone before her best friend Bea started talking at her.
‘Have you got it yet?’
‘What?’
‘The school reunion invite? Classes 5A, 5B and 5C from our year!’
‘Oh that. Yes,’ said Laura flatly. ‘I’m not going.’
It was always going to be the most successful person who called for a reunion, in this case Simone Coutt who left school as ‘girl most likely to be queen’. The dress code was fine for Simone as a horse breeder and not that bad for Bea either, who was doing a PhD in Egyptology: come dressed as your profession.
‘Oh pleeease,’ begged Bea. ‘It’s being held in her father’s garden and you know how stinking rich they are. They’ll have fizz on tap and caviar on those little biscuits. It’ll be a hoot. Besides, you owe me a big favour and now I’m calling it in.’
Which is how Laura found herself saying yes, while wondering how she could glam up a feather duster and rubber gloves. Simone had a life
