“Hello, you!” Camilla smiled at Honey from her doorstep. Her short black hair shone and her green eyes sparkled.

“Hi Camilla.”

“Oh… what’s wrong? Disappointed it’s me?”

“No, of course not. I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all. Come on in.”

Camilla followed Honey through to the kitchen, the tote bags she was holding clinking as she walked.

“What’ve you got in there?”

Camilla placed the two bulging bags on the kitchen table. “I’ve been shopping. I thought you needed a girls’ night in.”

“But we haven’t had one of those in—”

“Ages! I know. We’ve had our Tuesdays at the café but not a good old night in wearing pyjamas and eating ice cream and cake. Allie’s coming over too once she’s closed the café… as long as you’re up for it.”

“Well, yes. It sounds great, but what about Tom?”

“He can take care of himself.”

“I don’t like to take you away from him though.”

Camilla walked around the table then wrapped her arms around Honey, who felt tears pricking at her eyes.

“Don’t be so daft, woman! We’re friends and we all need to make time for one another. Obviously, Dawnie can’t make it, but I think we’ve been a bit neglectful of our group lately and Allie agrees. So I hope you’ve got ice in the freezer.”

“I have but I don’t have much food in.”

Camilla waved a hand. “Not a problem at all because Allie said she’s got that covered and I brought the drinks.”

Camilla opened the bags and started pulling out bottles.

“Bloody hell, Camilla.”

Camilla wiggled her eyebrows.

“I brought a selection because I didn’t know what you’d fancy. There’s elderflower gin, plenty of tonic and some lemons. Then there’s white rum, soda water and limes in case you fancy mojitos. Ah…” She chewed her lip. “I forgot the mint.”

“There’s plenty of mint in the garden.”

“Wonderful!”

Camilla rolled up the tote bags and stuffed them into her Marc Jacobs handbag.

“And I bought plenty of tortilla chips and two boxes of chocolates, because… well, I think you need them.”

Honey gazed at the bottles and snacks on the table then at Camilla.

“Hey, love, what is it? Did something happen between you and Dane?”

Honey nodded.

‘I take it things progressed but not as you’d hoped?’

‘Kind of…’ Honey squeaked.

“Say no more! Camilla’s here now.” She released Honey and handed her a tissue from the box on the table. “What are we going to do with you? I know! We’ll make some cocktails then you can relax and let it all out.”

“Okay. Sounds good.” She blew her nose. “I’ll go and pick some mint.”

“Mojitos it is!” Camilla declared.

When Honey returned from the garden, where she’d picked plenty of fresh dark green mint and pondered the wisdom of drinking cocktails mid-afternoon, Camilla was using the cocktail shaker from Honey’s cupboard while dancing round the kitchen to Abba.

“Hope you don’t mind my music? It’s a feel-good playlist I put together. All sorts of great songs on there like Abba, Queen, Whitney Houston, Journey, Christina Perri, the Bee Gees and so on… Always gets me smiling, even on my lowest days.”

“You have low days?”

Camilla stopped dancing. “Of course! Doesn’t everyone?”

Honey nodded. “Especially at certain times of the month.”

“I know. It’s a rollercoaster sometimes being a woman but then you see my gorgeous nieces and nephew and it’s just…”

“All worth it?”

“Absolutely!”

Honey got two long thin glasses from the cupboard and took them to Camilla, then she washed the freshly picked mint and tore it up onto a piece of kitchen roll.

“Right, let’s get changed then enjoy some drinks!”

“Changed?” Honey asked.

Camilla nodded then opened her large handbag and pulled out two rolled up garments.

Honey’s mouth fell open as she stared at them. “Really?”

“It’s what you need. Come on!”

Camilla dragged Honey upstairs by the hand then gave her one of the garments. “See you in a minute… I need the loo.”

Honey stripped to her underwear then held the garment up. Was she really going to put it on? She shrugged; she had nothing to lose.

“Wow… You look fabulous!” Camilla exclaimed as she entered the bedroom ten minutes later.

“I do? Where did you get it?”

“I had them for Christmas from my mother but haven’t worn either of them yet. I was waiting for the right occasion.”

“I guess that romantic nights in with Tom don’t call for these?”

“Not exactly.” Camilla giggled. “But tonight’s the perfect night to wear them.”

They stood in front of the mirrored cupboard doors and grinned at their reflections. Camilla was wearing a grey elephant onesie with a trunk and floppy ears on the hood and Honey had on a unicorn onesie that was white with rainbow stripes up the sides, a rainbow mane and glittery white horn on the hood. Both onesies had chunky feet – Honey’s resembled hooves – and padded fronts that made Honey feel a bit like she’d eaten too much. She turned sideways and admired her bulging tummy.

“Oh don’t you start.” Camilla shook her head and her trunk wobbled from side to side.

“I thought I looked full rather than pregnant,” Honey explained.

“Okay, I’ll believe you. In light of your business success, I thought it was particularly appropriate for you.”

“I am sorry I didn’t tell you all about it. To be honest, it’s all happened so quickly.”

Camilla hugged her. “Not a problem, sweetie. We’re all delighted for you.”

“All?”

“I hope you don’t mind but I told Allie when I spoke to her earlier and she’s over the moon.”

“She is? She’s not… disappointed that I didn’t say anything.”

“Of course not. We’re friends and we understand why you kept it quiet.”

Honey chewed the inside of her cheek. She could tell Camilla everything now, unburden and have no more secrets from her friends. It would feel good, surely, to get it all off her chest…

“Anyway, it’s mojito time!” Camilla said, breaking into Honey’s thoughts. “Let’s go have some fun.”

Back in the kitchen, drinks in hand, they danced around the kitchen to Whitney, Christina and Journey until they were both breathless and getting rather warm in their onesies.

“Another drink?” Camilla asked after she’d drained her glass.

“Go on then. That was delicious.”

“Open the tortilla chips, will you? I’m getting peckish.”

Honey opened the bag and tipped the chips into a bowl then placed it on the table before sitting down. Camilla returned with more drinks and started to disco dance when the Bee Gees high voices filled the kitchen. Honey clapped and laughed as Camilla gave a performance that could have won her a role in Saturday Night Fever.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that.”

“Neither did I.” Camilla snorted. “But it’s nice to let go once in while. I’m such a sensible accountant most of the time, you know.”

“I do know and I promise not to tell anyone that you discoed around my kitchen dressed as an elephant.”

“Thank you. Between us right?”

Honey nodded.

“So… now you have something on me, would you like to tell me anything else? You don’t have to, of course. There’s no pressure but I sense that there’s something you’ve never told me… and I’m not referring to Purple Hen designs this time. If it would help you to get it off your chest, then I’m here to listen. I might even be able to help.”

Camilla sat opposite Honey and pushed her hood down. Her hair was slightly damp with perspiration and her cheeks were flushed. Honey realised that Camilla had been trying to relax her, to get her to forget about her worries for a while and to have some fun. Silly fun, but fun all the same. And Honey did feel lighter because of it. But now… Camilla was offering her the chance to talk, to really talk and get all of her worries out in a safe environment.

The mojitos had relaxed her, warming her from the inside, and she was tired of carrying around her secrets. If she could tell her friend about her past, it could help. Camilla might be able to offer her some advice. It had been so long since Honey had felt light and free; she gave the appearance of being blithe, but inside, her heart was heavy and her conscience was soiled.

“I do have… things that I’ve never told anyone. Nothing terrible, you know, like murder… but things I’ve carried my whole adult life. I should have told you and the girls before but I just couldn’t seem to do it, then it seemed too late to suddenly admit to having secrets from you all. The growth of Purple Hen was bad enough but that’s such a recent thing and the other thing is worse…”

Camilla reached across the table and covered Honey’s hand with her own, stilling her tapping fingers.

“Don’t apologise. Everyone has secrets; families are hives for secrets and lies. Some things we can tell and some are perhaps, best left unsaid, but usually, sharing can lighten the burden. I know you don’t have any close family to lean on and that’s why I want to help. Allie, Dawn and I… we’re here for you. Trust us.”

“I do trust you. I just worried that if I suddenly told you about what happened to me, then you’d wonder why I hadn’t said anything before.”

Camilla shook her head. “Some things emerge when the time is right. No one knows anyone inside out, Honey.”

“True.”

Honey sipped her drink, savouring the fresh minty aroma, the sweetness of the sugar and the warmth of the rum as it slipped down her throat and into her stomach. She could drink mojitos all day and not get tired of the taste.

“Okay. I’ll try to start at the right point but I may end up moving around a bit.”

“I’ve got all day and all night, Honey. You take your time.”

“Right…” Honey took a deep breath then released it slowly. “Before I came to Heatherlea…”