At the Christmas dinner get-together with the Lahlings, a year ago.

“I look forward to these dinners every. Single. Year! It’s the only time I get to drink expensive champagne and mingle with the IN crowd.” Tara nudges Sydney.

The restaurant was located in the affluent neighbourhood of Hard Carry Grove where residents in the area were well-groomed families who sent their children to private schools with Olympic sized swimming pools. Sydney, the PR magnet persona, had connections everywhere; from the truly rich, to the truly famous and politicians as well. She ran a Public Relations agency, which connected everyone to everyone. She also organizes events and parties for clients who were willing to pay good money to have the right crowd attend.

“Thanks Syd, for getting us reservations here!” G chimed animatedly as she screened the wine menu. “Did you know the wait list here is one friggin year??” She elbowed Angie.

Tara joined in the observation. “We do this but once a year so we deserve this! Syd, thanks babe! Muah!” She smacks an air-kiss towards Sydney.

If looks could kill, The Lahlings were set to murder everyone that night. Angie turned heads when she walked in donning a dark brown BodyCon dress, which emphasized every beautiful curve she had that went on for miles. She had a turquoise bobble necklace sitting on her well-rounded chest showing off the molded sweetheart cut. Sydney, already seated and browsing the menu, looked ravishingly gorgeous in a white chiffon slip dress with mini beaded pearls. Her dress made her sparkle under the single dimmed spotlight, facing the table where they sat. Her hair was unusually up in chignon, which accentuated her soft milky neckline. She had so many phone numbers slipped under her bread plate, by the waiter (given by other male patrons at the restaurant that night) she couldn’t concentrate on