‘So I’ll wear flip-flops. You’re not going to get away with using my wedding or your work as an excuse to hide from the rest of your life—partnership race or no partnership race. What about going tonight?’
Silence. Sam’s face was expressionless, and for a moment Sophie wondered whether she had crossed the invisible unconditional-support-versus-advice friendship divide.
‘I’m seeing EJ.’
‘She’ll understand.’
‘I haven’t seen her for a couple of weeks and I really want to—’
‘You’re right. You should tell her.’
Sam didn’t want to correct Sophie. But she’d only been going to say ‘see a film’. One step at a time.
Sophie had her diary out. ‘Well, Mark and I have a lunch tomorrow, but I could go with you first thing.’
‘Thanks, Soph, but honestly there’s no need. You’ve got quite enough on your plate as it is. And I will go. Soon. I just need a bit of time.’
‘Don’t leave it too long.’
‘He’d better be on his best behaviour.’
‘He’s got cancer.’
‘Which is why I’m going…’
Sophie reached over and gave her a half-hug. Not that it was really reciprocated, but it made her feel better for a start.
A doyenne of denial, Sam gathered her bags and got to her feet. ‘Now, come on. King’s Road or Knightsbridge? Your call.’
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