make sure we’re all singing from the same hymn sheet.’
‘Even if we’re not, I’m prepared to compromise,’ I said, laughing nervously. ‘I really want this, Nathan. This deal will put us up there with the big boys.’
‘Where you deserve to be.’
‘Where we deserve to be.’
‘AT Designs is your baby,’ he’d said. ‘It was your and Tom’s vision that started this whole thing.’
‘That may be so, but having you beside me these past few years has made it the success it is today. I just know we can go even further.’
‘It’s a massive ask, Alice. Are you absolutely sure you can take it on?’
I’d known what he was implying, and allowed the enormity of the task to wash over me. I sat with that feeling for a little while, like I had a hundred times before, waiting to see how it would present itself.
‘It’s twenty-eight apartments,’ he’d continued, as if reading my thoughts. ‘Our biggest job by a long way. Do you honestly think you can handle it?’
‘Absolutely,’ I’d said, my commanding voice belying the panic in the pit of my stomach. ‘I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.’
And I’d meant it then, when I’d had a glass or two of wine inside me. But now, three days on, I don’t feel quite so confident in my abilities or my emotions. Nothing’s changed in that time, at least not in a tangible sense. But today it just feels different, as if the roller coaster I’m forever riding has shot straight past the station platform, where it’s calm and orderly, and stopped at the top of the loop-the-loop, with me, hanging there upside down, waiting to be rescued.
‘Have you got everything you need for your meeting with Temple Homes?’ asks Lottie now, interrupting my thoughts.
‘I think so,’ I say, walking across to my desk. ‘Is it definitely David Phillips that I’m seeing?’
‘Yes, he specifically asked for you. He said he was a big fan of your work.’
My stomach turns over as I gather up a file and lined pad, avoiding Lottie’s gaze.
‘In fact, he referred to you as Al,’ she goes on, as I concentrate on not blushing. Though the harder I try, the redder I go. ‘I had to bring him down a peg or two and tell him that your name was Alice. I can’t stand it when people pretend to know you better than they do.’
I roll my eyes and smile tightly, whilst silently saying, He knows me better than most.
3
When my satnav tells me I’m under a mile away from Temple Homes’ headquarters, I pull over and check my reflection in the rear-view mirror. I wonder if he’s changed – I wonder if I’ve changed. I brush my hair through and feather my fringe with my fingers. I could do with a little more mascara, so deftly paint my eyelashes jet black, taking extra care to lengthen them as much as possible with the wand. A brush of blusher, a dab of red lipstick and I’m as good as I can be without the benefit of plastic surgery or being able to turn the clock back some twenty years. It still doesn’t stop me from trying though, as I pull my skin tight across my cheekbones, wondering where all that time’s gone. I’ve never thought of it before, but I suddenly regret not having something done, so that I don’t look too far off of when David last saw me. Ridiculous, I know, but doesn’t every girl want to look their best when they meet their first love again? Not because you still want him, but there’s a tiny part – okay a big part – that wants him to still want you.
‘Alice, wow, look at you,’ he says as he comes towards me in reception. He looks me up and down appreciatively and I’m pleased that I made a special effort. I kidded myself when I was getting dressed this morning that my ‘look’ was just a subtle extension of what I normally wear, yet it had been the first thing Beth noticed when she saw me, and Lottie had also commented on how the red complemented my skin tone. Maybe it wasn’t so subtle after all.
‘David, goodness, you haven’t changed a bit,’ I say, except he has, and I struggle to hide my shock. I’ve spent all these years imagining him as he was, as if he’d been somehow frozen in time, whilst I grew older. But he’s grown older with me. His