Sally arrived exactly on time in the Rolls that they had all felt she needed in her precious and agitated state.

They also gave her the sort of arrival that had been used for her husband. All the girls were lined up in their best identical blue suits, with Suzanne ready to open the door. The housekeeper, who was standing just behind the girls, had dressed in the same corset, short black skirt and long leather gloves. She had also been given special permission by Lucinda to break one of the clauses in her contract! They didn't want Sally to think she was visiting some sort of brothel!

As she emerged from the car, everyone realised why Suzanne had called her a trophy wife. Tall, perhaps even slightly taller in her heels than her obnoxious husband and very slim, she was dressed immaculately in a short white suit, which showed almost all of a pair of very long and very straight legs. Her high-heeled black patent shoes matched her handbag, with some noticing that all of the buckles were to the same design as the buttons on her clothes. They also appeared to be more than just coloured gold.

But the most stunning part to some, was her hair. It was long, straight and white and it framed a tanned and made-up face, that would have not been out of place on any super-model or film-star. Pearls gleamed in numerous rows at her neck and she had large rings on at least four fingers.

As she was greeted by Lucinda, she suddenly started. 'Where's my other bag?' She dived back into the car and retrieved a large make-up case, again in the black patent. Quickly she placed the case on the gravel and opened the lid. 'Out you get Fluffy! Mummy's going to let you out now!'

All the girls ran as a tiny Yorkshire Terrier complete with a pink bow, barked and chased them back into the house.

Copyright 1999 by Ewart Higgins