Tracey remained unsympathetic, however. "Charlotte's living in her own reality, all right," she muttered. With a pout, she reached for her wine glass and took another hefty drink from it.
"I'm having dinner with Chris tomorrow," she said with a small shrug, obviously not having put much thought into the future. "You're not talking about far-off plans, like finding a husband and popping out a few sprogs, are you?"