I get up with renewed vigor the next morning. I’ve slept better than I have for days, and somehow, I’m more able to cope. I eat and wave Sarah off to work, telling her I have a day off to prepare for the gala. It’s not a complete lie as I intend to get ready in grand fashion, going to lengths I’ve never bothered with before. Wilma is right; a good dress and a girly night with Leila will help. Something she taught me on the yacht was that pampering is an enjoyable girly pursuit and ...