Olivia shrugged. She didn’t look unhappy. ‘We’ve learnt a lot from last time,’ she said. ‘We’re going to make much more of an effort to make time for each other.’
Ivy settled back on her chair. ‘Tell me the story again,’ she said. ‘Exactly as it happened.’
Olivia looked surprised. ‘Ivy Vega, are you becoming a die-hard romantic?’
Ivy felt herself wriggle with embarrassment. ‘Never! Don’t ever say that in front of anyone else. I just . . . you know . . . want to make sure you don’t forget any crucial detail. You’ll probably be telling this story to your grandchildren, so you want to get it right!’
The two of them burst out laughing, then Olivia cleared her throat, ready to repeat the story. It was a good one, after all . . .