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Part 2

The weekend had passed quietly with Steve spending a lot of time with his daughter Tabitha. Slowly things seemed be settling after Suzi's departure. There had been Zoom calls daily for Tabitha and Steve with Suzi. Petra had also joined in one or two to confirm to Suzi that everything was going OK. Petra guessed that Steve and Suzi had probably had a couple of private zooms too. Perhaps that first day activity with Gilly had just been a one off and Petra had read a little too much into it.

On Sunday morning Petra asked Steve what she should prepare for lunch. He announced nothing as they would be going to the Crown pub for a late lunch. He had booked a table for the three of them. He suggested that as Sunday was normally Petra's day off, then maybe she might like to "glam" up a bit as she was always in baggy sweaters and jeans around the house. Petra was not sure how to react, was this Steve trying another push like he had in the kitchen or a comment that generally she should smarten herself up. But it was Sunday and maybe she should look her best?

The noise of Petra's heels as she walked down the stairs echoed through the hall. She had taken Steve's lead and glammed up a bit. She was wearing her long blonde hair down instead of usually tied back in some way and she had used the curling tongs to curl the ends around under her chin. She wore a figure hugging summer dress that had buttons to the front which was cut above the buttons to show a small amount, but not too much, cleavage and had painted her nails baby pink along with her lips. Petra felt good and was pleased at the invitation to "glam up" and go out for lunch.

As she spun into the family room, Steve stood up and instinctively whistled, commenting to Tabitha was this Petra who had cooked breakfast this morning? He addressed Petra saying that he had not yet seen this side of her and maybe she should dress up a bit more, adding strangely especially whilst Suzi was away. Petra blushed and said he should be careful what he said in front of Tabitha. Steve instantly apologised.

They headed off down the road towards The Crown, their local Gastropub a few streets away in the local high street of suburban shops. The Crown was very busy and Steve pushed his way through to the counter. He spoke to one of the bar staff, who came out from behind the bar and led Steve though towards the back garden. Tabitha followed with Petra behind her.

As they reached the garden, Petra stopped and sighed. Over in the back corner she could see Gilly and Samantha with someone she recognised from the school gate but did not know presuming it was Samantha's nanny. So much for the table for three, this was clearly a set up job by Steve as opposite Gilly, Samantha and the Nanny were three empty seats ready for them to join the group.

Gilly waved enthusiastically and beckoned Steve over, Getting up as he arrived to kiss his cheek. Tabitha just ignored all this and sat down opposite Samantha as the Nanny stood up to greet Steve as they touched hands across the table. Gilly acknowledged Petra and then introduced the unknown sixth person in the group to Steve and Petra. She was her niece Isabella, daughter of her sister who lived in the south of France and Izzy, as she referred to her, was staying for a few weeks during her university summer holidays to help with the childminding. Gilly added that she was studying Law at the Sorbonne as if this was a middle class badge of honour.

Petra offered her a hand in greeting. Izzy smiled back and said how nice it was to meet her. Petra was taken back by her voice it was beyond posh, but went with the style, which was certainly French. An immaculate tailored white T-shirt that emphasised all her curves, a double string of pearls hung from her neck. The outfit completed with matching tailored shorts, socks and trainers as if she was off to play at Wimbledon that afternoon. Her jet black hair was cut in an immaculate bob around her chin. Her dark eyes went with the heavy scarlet lipstick and matching nails that lightly gripped Petra's hand in greeting.

Everyone sat down in their allotted pairs and discussion started around

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