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‘Do we have a deal?’ he ainst her mouth

Her own hands got busy with his belt buckle ‘Deal’

The next few days passed in a blur During the day Cas platonic—well, almost If you didn’t count Monday’s lunchtiarden Her exhibition piece was growing, taking shape slowly but surely

One of Cameron’s eo, but happy he’d found a safe new home where he’d be cared for One day perhaps she could have him back SheCameron as well

In the evenings they went out for a quick bite or purchased dinner from the nu in the fresh evening air so Didi could stretch her legs after working all day in the one spot And every night was another ical journey of discovery

The dresses were delivered to the apartner outfits Accessories Shoes Any woman would have been beside herself Didi wasn’t any woman

Did Ca the lovely Chris chose was sure to be a knockout and he was looking forward to seeing Didi all dressed up on Saturday night And by the way—had he told her?—Chris had booked her in to Tiara’s Spa and Beauty—the latest ‘in’ place—for Saturday afternoon The ood

It wasn’t the e she worried about No hairdresser had co time She trimmed it herself with the aid of mirrors And make-up? She didn’t bother with loss and blusher

Compromise They’d made so it didn’t ive up her control or her independence That she could look at a situation from another’s point of view, another’s needs But this transformation? She wasn’t so sure

A stranger stared back at Didi in herwoanza dress with kohl-rilossed lips and her hair carefully styled to wisp softly around her face At least they hadn’t cut it She wanted to cry, but the truckload of mascara they’d applied would probably run

She wanted to run

She’d seen soh an out-datedbrunette alirl? Possibly The woain, possibly How could she compete with that kind of woman?