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BY ALISON JAMES
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EXCITEDLY opening slatted wooden shutters, Evie stepped on to the balcony, greeting the day. Her delicate pink silk robe was barely fluttering in the warm breeze drifting in from the sea. She smiled.
Take a look at this,’ Lizzie beckoned Sarah over to where she was scrolling through photographs on her computer. They gazed at the pictures of a happy bride and groom, neither of them in the first flu
DISASTER,” Simon muttered under his breath, as he shuffled off the aeroplane. A narrow jet bridge spat the passengers into the international terminal. Harsh lighting buzzed overhead. It might have bee
Creaking into the dusty, lookout point, Jessie pulled on the handbrake. Jumping out, she slammed the door. Clouds of grit tailed her maxi skirt to the front of the camper van. Lifting the bonnet, Jess
CAN you take care of the wedding party rooms this shift, please, Kelly? I know you haven’t been here long, but we have two room attendants still off with flu, so we’re very short staffed. “I don’t kno