told you he was romantic,” Jeannie said. “You really have got yourself a good man there, Tanya.”
“And he's got himself a great girl,” Kaya said raising her glass of mineral water. “This won't do for a celebration. We need to celebrate this properly. We need to banish all the ghosts from the past and move forwards. I'm in the mood to party. It's Rafaelo's this Friday, isn't it?”
“What's Rafaelo's?” Jeannie asked.
“It's our local haunt and a great place to let off steam,” Mae told her. “We go there every two weeks. They know us there. The drinks are half price until 8pm and the DJ comes on at ten. We never miss. I hope Kurtis won't mind that when you guys finally get hitched.”
“He won't.” Tanya smiled. “Anyway, let's go crazy at Rafaelo's on Friday. You will come, won't you Jeannie?”
“Wouldn't miss it. Text me over the address and I'll meet you there. What's the dress code?”
“Anything goes at Rafaelo's,” Tanya said. “It's a hidden gem of a place, looks like a normal wine bar from the outside but it's more, much, much more.”
“Well, in that case, I can't wait.” Jeannie raised her glass of fruit juice towards the center of the table and the rest of the girls all joined her, their glasses clinking together and they couldn't wait until Friday.
Chapter6
Catherine sat in front of her mirror and applied another coat of shocking pink lipstick. She had already selected the right outfit to wear. It was a shocking pink dress that Kurtis had picked out on a trip to the Paris Fashion Week. She was never sure about the color against her skin but wore it because it pleased Kurtis. She blotted her lips with a tissue but decided another coat of lipstick should just seal the deal. All she needed was an opportunity to see Kurtis alone and she couldn't wait.
In her highest heels she tottered down to the ground floor and walked out onto the street and hailed a cab.
“Reed Records, please,” she said and settled into the back seat. She took out her compact mirror and checked her face every few minutes, smiling at what she saw and planning in her head what she would say to Kurtis.
When she arrived at the building, she was met with lots of surprised looks and stares from security and from the girl on the enormous reception desk. The girl on reception was called Trudy and had worked there four years. Her mouth remained open as she watched Catherine walking towards her.
“I remember you, Trudy,” Catherine had a big white smile. “You remember me?”
“Of course, Catherine. I-er heard about you not being, about your...”
“...Rise from the dead? Amazing, isn't it? I'm here, fit and happy and I'd like a security pass please.”
“C-certainly.” Trudy's hands shook as she handed Catherine a pass and said nothing as she watched Catherine saunter over to the elevators and press a button. Catherine looked back over her shoulder and waved before climbing in.
On the top floor management suite, Catherine caused another commotion as she exited the elevator, waved to the girl on reception and made her way purposefully along the corridor to the end office that Kurtis occupied. Just outside his office, his personal secretary, Edith, sat at her desk. Edith knew Catherine well and looked stunned to see her walking up to her with such confidence.
“Hello, Catherine. I should I say, welcome. I was so happy to hear we hadn't lost you.”
“Really,” Catherine said flatly and went to open Kurtis's door.
“He's not here,” Edith told her but Catherine opened the door all the same.
“Well – where is he?”
“On business.”
“Where?”
“Come on Catherine, you can't expect me to tell you that. Kurtis has filled me in on the situation.” Edith tried to carry on with her work.
“Situation? What situation? Look I need to see Kurtis. He'll be expecting me to want to see him. Surely, you understand that? Come on, Edith. Don't tell me you don't remember what we had? What my