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contain my tears though, was a stunning diamond pendant and matching earrings.
    I immediately put all of my new items on, with
my best pair of gold strappy sandals that had a five inch heel, then did a
twirl in the mirror. I was stunned at how sophisticated I looked, sexy too. It
was hard to reconcile this Tracy with the one who’d studied herself in the
mirror with her sweat pants and a t-shirt on, bared faced, with over bleached,
brittle hair. This felt more like me, the old me that Anthony had fallen in
love with. I virtually skipped down the corridor to take the lift to the ground
floor, smiling at the attractive couple, with two young children, already in
there. I tried not to stare, but I was sure I knew the woman from somewhere,
her face was so familiar. As the lift door closed, the little girl let out a
squeal, which made me jump.
    ‘Greyson, what have I told you about pulling
your sister’s hair,’ warned the man, as he crouched down and extracted the
little girl’s beautiful brunette locks from the cheeky looking blond boy.
    ‘She called me ugly and said I smelled like
poo,’ he pouted, making me giggle. He was far from ugly, with his adorable
dimples and blond hair. They were a seriously good looking family, all with
stunning blue eyes.
    ‘You’re not ugly, darling. I’ve told you before
that you’re even better looking than your father. And you don’t smell of poo at
all. She’s teasing you, as usual, and you fall for it every time. You smell
absolutely gorgeous and I love you, both of you,’ his mum told him as she bent
down to pick him up and kiss him. He grinned and flung his arms around her
neck, hugging her tightly.
    ‘I love you too, Mummy,’ he whispered, kissing
her back. My heart crumpled at the sincerity in his voice.
    ‘Me too, I want hugs and kisses,’ the little
girl called, holding her arms up in the air.
    ‘Mummy’s already hugging Greyson, come and have
a cuddle with me instead, Tabby.’ The man held out his arms and she ran to him
giggling. He swept her up and put her on his hip, kissing the top of her head.
She beamed up at him, her face full of adoration.
    ‘How old are they?’ I asked, full of nostalgia.
My children were at the age where the threat of a kiss had them running in the
opposite direction.
    ‘They’re twins, both four now. They have so
much energy they run us ragged,’ the mum replied with a laugh, kissing the
little boy’s cheek again.
    ‘Enjoy it while you can. Mine are in their
teens and I can’t remember the last time I was asked for a hug or kiss.’ The
door to the lift pinged open and the man put his hand out to make sure the
doors couldn’t close.
    ‘We will, we realise how lucky we are. I’m sure
yours still appreciate you, no matter what they may show on the outside. After
you,’ he nodded with his head.
    ‘Thank you, have a great night,’ I nodded,
casting a wistful look back at them, wondering if Anthony and I had looked that
happy when Caleb and Rosie were that age.
    ‘You too,’ he smiled, a seriously melt-my-knickers-he-was-so-hot
smile. I hurried out, horrified that I’d just wondered if they would be at the
event tonight. They looked almost young enough to be my children and I was
visualising the husband naked.
    ‘Go on, Mia, you first,’ I heard him say to his
wife as I headed off towards the bar.
    Mia. That’s where I knew her face from.
That was the Mia that had been kidnapped some years back by the Westhampton
Serial Killer. Her face had been all over the news for a long time. It was nice
to see that she’d come through that ordeal and was happy and had a family now.
Having to put up with a husband who worked long hours really seemed
insignificant to what she must have been through. I needed to be more accepting
of Anthony’s work. I mean, it had afforded us a very nice lifestyle and it
wasn’t like we’d had to endure any life crises like that. I noticed the concierge
trying to discreetly eye me up as I crossed the