“Can you come and help me please Marie”.

“No, you are quite capable of getting yourself dressed, I’m going to tell your mum about the holiday,” said Marie.

Having retrieved my bag from the car, I raced up to my room.

I needed to dress conservatively, didn’t want to give my the wrong impression of her newly found daughter. T-shirt and gypsy skirt and flats should do it.

I stood in front of my mirror while I did my make-up, brushed my hair, and then dressed.

I looked at the finished article and gave myself a twirl,

“Looking good hunni” I thought to myself, as I went downstairs with trepidation.

Mum and Marie were talking to each other as I walked into the room.

They both looked up together.