I look down and that’s when I see it, there is an image of a wing in the foam of my latte. I thought I was imagining it at first but now I know I wasn’t. she managed to replicate her signature latte that she makes at the café using the machine in my kitchen. “How do you manage to make this taste so unique?” “I really don’t know what you mean Grant.” Instead of answering her I stand and head to the coffee machine to make a latte. Once the machine is done, I take it to the table and take a sip. I can taste the difference, but I cannot decipher what it is. “Taste this and then taste yours and tell me what you think.” I push them both over to her and watch her face to see how she reacts. First, she sips mine and then she sips her one she made me. “What do you notice?” “Well, before I answer I have a question for you. Do you like both?” I nod, ordinarily I would make a latte the same way I just did and drink it without a second thought. “Which one do you like better?” “I admit I

The car journey is quiet, and we arrive outside the police station relatively quickly. Jeff opens my door and I gather my box then climb out. Without my having to ask he dutifully follows me inside and I turn and smile to him gratefully earning a return smile from him. He is older than both me and grant but still relatively young however, like Tony I get a fatherly vibe from him that makes me feel safe. We enter the station and I head to reception to ask to see the detectives handling my case. We are escorted to a room with a collection of desks, and I see the pair across the room. They look up and smile before waving me over to them. “Good morning miss Grey. How are you today?” “I’m alright. A little shaken from visiting my flat for the first time today since the incident but I’m doing well otherwise.” “Oh, I am sorry to hear that going back was difficult but it is good that you have taken that step. What can we help you with today?” “I have those photos I mentioned during my in

I pull in through the gates and drive down the long driveway that leads to my front door. The lights are on throughout the mansion so I can assume someone is awake inside. I park in front of the entrance knowing that Jeff will put my car in the garage when I dismiss him from his watch. As I open the door, I can hear voices in the second reception room, so I walk there first and as I enter the space, I see Jeff and Jack seated on the sofas with coffees in their hands. “Good evening, how is Angel?” Both startle and whip their heads around to stare at me. I realise they didn’t hear me enter but this is normal for me. “Um, she is still resting upstairs. We didn’t have the heart to wake her, and Anya said she would let us know if she wakes up.” I nod to acknowledge what Jack has told me and turn to make my way to the bedroom. I slowly open the door and my heart hurts at what I see. The be

Inside the spa is amazing. Everything is elegantly decorated and set out to ensure that the environment is relaxing for the customers. We approach the desk and Anya tells them we have a reservation under the name Cerulean which shocks me even though by this point I really shouldn’t be surprised. The woman at the counter smiles and invites us to the changing rooms to get ready. She shows me the list of activities that have been arranged and I wonder if we are going to have enough time for it all. First, we have time to head to the showers before going to individual rooms for treatments. The treatments start with a facial and foot spa, followed by body treatment which then leads to a full body, head and neck massage. After that, we are advised to head into the salon for a manicure, pedicures, makeup, and hairstyling. I feel out of breath just reading the list but as I attend each appointment the stress and strain melt away from my body and mind leaving me utterly relaxed and my skin

We enter the building arm in arm, I can see people turning their heads to look at us as we walk through the crowd. I feel so nervous and out of place here. “Hey, relax, you are beside me so nothing bad can happen. Besides, you look breathtaking, so all these looks are them appreciating you while they try to figure out who you are.” “Oh, is that all, then in that case why should I be nervous at all.” “Haha, don’t worry Angel, as long as you remain by my side tonight all will be fine.” We continue walking and I smile at a few people who greet Grant before saying their hello’s to me too. We are talking with another hotel owner when I feel him tense up. I look around to try to figure out what the problem is, but nothing jumps out at me until I follow his eye line and that’s when I see her. Rita is standing directly across the room from us with her new man and flaunting her good fortune. I cast my gaze on the men and women closest to Rita and also to us and the looks that other people