‘You’ve got such great legs,’ she said. ‘And that top’s so pretty on you.’
Her mum looked a bit bewildered, as if she couldn’t believe she was wearing this beautiful skirt and couldn’t stop glancing at her reflection in the mirror as the flowers glittered in the light.
‘Right,’ said Eleanor, checking the clock. ‘There’s just time to paint your toenails. Come on. He’ll be here soon. You can borrow a pair of my sandals. I’ve got loads and we’re the same size.’
Her mum gulped so loudly that even Eleanor heard it.
‘Be brave,’ she told her mum, giving her a hug. ‘He’s not going to hurt you. It’s just Ben, remember? Lovely Ben who you’ve known for years.’
June nodded. ‘You’re right.’
Ben was completely stunned when he came into the house half an hour later and saw June.
‘Well,’ he said, clearing his voice as he stood in the hallway. ‘You look very beautiful.’ He frowned. ‘I’m not sure I’m smart enough now.’ He glanced down at his short-sleeved shirt and a tailored pair of shorts and made a face.
‘Nonsense,’ said her mum briskly, putting a hand on his arm. ‘You’re smart enough for me and that’s all that matters.’
Eleanor noticed that her mum wasn’t stooping. She was standing straight with the confidence of being with someone she totally trusted.
‘Have a lovely evening,’ she called out as they headed out of the front door.
And then she closed the door behind them, smiling.