Later, Bianca reflected on how it ahd all happened...

The drive to the Shangri-La was a dream journey. Bianca sat, nestled beside her lover, dreamily.

Her thoughts went back to the play, to the protagonist Laura, a shy dreamer who is unable to face the realities of life.

“Liked it?” asked St Just absently as he stroked her hand, dropping soft kisses on her hair.

“Uh…huh..” she repeated.

As the large car drove up to the Shangri La, she sat up in astonishment.

And stayed, staring out as they drove past the many small, independent villas, each designed in different ways.

They passed a castle, a chateau, an Indian palace...