Caro’s tulip skirt flapped open, revealing toned legs. She sauntered up the gangway, her black ponytail fluttering in the breeze, as she clasped a feathered hat with one hand. Young sailors rallied to help her with her suitcase and she flashed a smile at them, before her eyes rested on David, who strode forward to peck her on the cheek.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Twenty-five years, actually.”
“Is that Jenny over there? She looks quite different now. You did marry her in the end, right?”
She rested her hand on David’s shoulder, as she slipped her foot back into her stiletto…