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Friday

I’m in a bar after work. It’s hot, humid and busy. I’ve spent the night talking and dancing and laughing yet for the moment I’m sitting on my own, glad to rest my feet.

This morning another gift arrived. The usual time – 7.15am – and the normal reaction where I rip apart box and bow and fall in love with the lingerie slumbering sinfully inside. This time, a beautiful violet fabric decorated with ornate lace welcomed me; my hands accepting and drawing it into an embrace before sliding it on.

Immediately, I felt like a sultry, femme fatale and as I watched myself in the mirror, it only intensified with my gaze falling on the mesmeric rose-gold ‘S’ charm that graced each piece. The teasing half-cup and the shimmering cut-outs are jaw-dropping and wonderful. The touch of the soft material is a sensual kiss. This feeling doesn’t vanish and is with me all day and night.

As always, there was no name or clue about the identity of my secret admirer, just a note:

Invitation x

The joy of these gifts is that they are for me alone. Yet today, I realised the sweet ritual of a perfect gift every morning can’t last forever. Even the word ‘invitation’ suggests the beginning of a climax. It started with a surprise on Monday; maybe it ends with an invite on Friday? I don’t know but it now seems more important to know this person who knew me better than I knew myself.

There are familiar faces everywhere and I wonder: is it you? There are people from work here including Ben. I invited Mark, my neighbour, so he has joined our group and Jess is due to … in fact, she has just turned up, leading a group down the stairs. She hasn’t seen me yet and I don’t go over, just watch her. Did she send it?

As I’m considering that, a stocky, rugged figure with a crew-cut – chatting to Jess – is lit by a strobe light. I immediately recognise him. Jhal – a childhood friend of Jess and an adult buddy of mine. We’ve been close … Before I can finish the thought, I notice Ben gesturing and walking over to me with Mark. It could be any one or none of them. I have no idea.

That’s when I think of another question: whose invite do I want it to be?