Abi had loved the day with Charlie and Hem, how adorable they were together picking shells from the sand like they were playing archaeologist, trying to make her smile. It was so domestic and saccharine, she couldn't help but love it.
But she was glad to find one of her friends to sit the little boy so she and Hemingway could dance the night away with fruity cocktails and flirty men. She wore a coral coloured dress and a flower in her hair, glowing from her day in the sunshine. "This feels like a real vacation already, right?" she asked, looking up at the stars in the sky, so much clearer than any she'd seen.