"You look stunning Petra!" a voice startled her from behind. She turned around to find herself beaming at Carl Stetwood, her ex-neighbour and also, ex-confidante.
Indeed she did. At 5 feet 8 inches (with a little help from her silver stilettos) dressed in a deep lavender evening gown and amethyst tear drop earrings, Petra Alarski had managed to turn a few heads that evening.
"Carl-- hallo," she stammerred with surprise. "Wow... I am at a loss of words, what are you doing here?"
"Überraschung!," he exclaimed as he planted a kiss on his her forehead.
He remembers. And my, he looks amazing as ever.
"I'm here for Nancy's wedding. She ran the German industrial initiative at Warburg last year and I got to know her then."
His accent was still impeccably German. His words, still warm.
"Carl, could we go home now please? Lylian is getting restless," called a voice from behind, the voice of a woman dressed gracefully in red.
And he is married.
"Petra, I believe you haven't met my sister Flora, and of course, her lovely daughter Lylian"
A sister. Course. Sister.
Indeed she did. At 5 feet 8 inches (with a little help from her silver stilettos) dressed in a deep lavender evening gown and amethyst tear drop earrings, Petra Alarski had managed to turn a few heads that evening.
"Carl-- hallo," she stammerred with surprise. "Wow... I am at a loss of words, what are you doing here?"
"Überraschung!," he exclaimed as he planted a kiss on his her forehead.
He remembers. And my, he looks amazing as ever.
"I'm here for Nancy's wedding. She ran the German industrial initiative at Warburg last year and I got to know her then."
His accent was still impeccably German. His words, still warm.
"Carl, could we go home now please? Lylian is getting restless," called a voice from behind, the voice of a woman dressed gracefully in red.
And he is married.
"Petra, I believe you haven't met my sister Flora, and of course, her lovely daughter Lylian"
A sister. Course. Sister.
