Chapter Sixty. Diana.
“Fancy another?” Lisa May asks, grinning at me.
“Yeah, why not? It would be rude not to,” I grin back at her.
We have been here two hours, and I have already drunk around four drinks and devoured a steak, onion rings, chips and salad. The relief I feel no longer have these charges over my head is unexplainable. I have never been so nervous in my life, but now I have been vindicated, and trust me, it feels more than a little bit good.
“How is it going with Jason?” I ask Lisa May as she sips on her drink, her checks gaining an adorable flush.
“Erm, fine,” she tells me lowering her head. Oh bless her heart, she is embarrassed.
I raise my eyebrows at her.
“Just fine?” I giggle slightly, as she shrugs her shoulders.
“We are texting. Sending each other crazy
