LORETTA

I made it to the foyer just as the elevator doors slid open.

All three of them were standing there.

For one moment, I could only stare, it seemed so unreal, I could barely remember the last time all four of us were together

Michelle stood in front, dazzling as always in a yellow sundress, enormous gold earrings, and her skin tanned from months under the Australian sun.

Zara was beside her, tall and effortlessly composed, her natural curls falling over her face, which remained as sharp and intelligent as ever, with black reading glasses perched atop her nose.

Holly stood slightly behind them, weekender bag over one shoulder,...