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‘What was on your list?’ asked Patricia.
‘I’ve read about this online,’ piped up Hilda. ‘It’s like a sort of… wish list?’
‘For God’s sake,’ I muttered, opening my eyes. ‘Yes, it’s like a wish list. You write a list of traits; mine included likes reading, is adventurous, has an interesting job and, er, is into cats. And then you put it out to the universe and supposedly the universe will deliver him.’
‘Sounds mad,’ said Mia.
‘Agreed,’ said Ruby. ‘Where did you find this woman again, Mum?’
‘In Posh! magazine. She’s very well respected,’ said Patricia. ‘When’s your next session, Florence? I think you need to take it more seriously. What have cats got to do with anything?’
I placed my palms on my knees for strength. ‘In a couple of weeks, unfortunately. You said I only had to go to one session and then I find out you’ve booked a package of them. I’d rather enter a convent than go back to that room.’
‘You might have to enter a convent at this rate.’
‘Actually, I’ve got a date tomorrow.’ I hadn’t meant to let it slip out but I wanted to silence her.
Needless to say, she was the first to reply, ‘Darling! How exciting.’
‘With who?’ said Mia.
‘So it’s worked?’ added Ruby.
I shook my head. ‘It’s nothing to do with the list. He came into the shop and we chatted, not for very long, but then he asked me for a coffee. So I’m meeting him tomorrow.’
‘What time tomorrow? Can I do your make-up?’ said Mia.
‘Afternoon. And yes, but can you not make me look mad? Nothing too over-the-top. You know I don’t wear much make-up.’
‘Oh, Flo, stop fussing. A bit of eyeshadow never killed anyone.’
‘Who is he though, darling?’ persisted Patricia. ‘Do you know anything about him? Is he safe?’
‘I can’t tell you anything else,’ I said, shrugging. ‘Only that he’s called Rory and he likes books.’
‘Rory, what an excellent name!’
‘Just remember we’re dressing you for it,’ said Mia sternly, before looking at herself in the mirror. The dress was sleeveless with a skirt that billowed to the floor and was covered in little crystals. ‘Fuck no, not this one. I look like I’m going to my prom.’
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