‘I’m sorry madam, that’s all the baggage that’s been unloaded.’

      Maddy bit her bottom lip. She’d been watching the hatch, waiting for her luggage to appear for the last forty minutes. ‘It can’t be. My bag’s not here.’

      ‘That’s all the baggage that was on the plane, madam,’ a woman in a creased white shirt and black trousers said with just enough sympathy to make sure it all stayed official. ‘I can give you a form to fill in and we can send the bag to you when we’ve located it.’

      ‘Well, where is it?’ Maddy said, plaintive. Tiredness was beginning to catch up with her.

      The woman gave a tight smile. ‘I assure you madam, we’ll do everything we can to locate the luggage.’

      Maddy looked at her name badge. ‘Janice. Please. I really need my bag. It has my clothes and stuff.’ The bag had Maddy’s life in it. It had her music, it had her favourite books, her clothes for her new job, it had her Christmas presents, all bagged up by her granny. She closed her eyes because for a moment she thought she might cry. She was exhausted, it was late, she hadn’t eaten the plane food, that man had shouted at her, one of her favourite jumpers was torn, and she suddenly remembered that at the bottom of her bag was her mum’s recipe book that she’d swiped at the last minute to remind her of home.

      Her leaving hadn’t been quite the Hollywood send off she’d hoped for. It had all been ok until Dimitri had appeared with his Jeep and thrown her bag into the back. Her mum had stood in front of her and said, ‘If it doesn’t work out Maddy, just come straight back. Just get on a plane. Ok?’

      And Maddy, about to give her a hug, had pulled back and said, ‘Why can’t you just say, good luck? Why do you have to presume that I’m going to fail?’ She’d looked away for a moment, seeing the fronds of the Christmas branches sticking out from the taverna doorway, the big gold star wobbling from its precarious perch on the top, and realising with a jolt that for the first time in years she wasn’t going to be home for Christmas.

      ‘I don’t think you’re going to fail, Maddy, I’m just–’ Her mum paused, wiped her hands on her apron, ‘I’m going to miss you is all.’

      For a moment Maddy wanted to wave Dimitri away, tell him that she no longer needed a lift. But then Ella stepped forward out of the darkness and leaned against the doorframe, watching. And something rose up inside Maddy. The same thing that had made her apply for the job in the first place. The need to prove herself. Like finally she had to go and see who she could become, just as Ella had done. Seen through Ella’s eyes, she felt weak.

      ‘I’d better go.’ she’d said, ‘I don’t want to miss my plane.’ Then she’d smiled and stepped forward and given her mum a hug. Felt the familiar sharpness of her shoulder blades and softness of her waist, the enveloping comfort of Penhaligon’s Orange Blossom and Pantene and the warmth of the kiss on her cheek. ‘Bye Mum.’ She’d had to look up to the sky with big wide eyes to dry the moisture.

      ‘Bye honey. Good luck.’ Her mum had taken a step back and smoothed down her apron.

      Maddy had jumped into the Jeep and when Dimitri was clearly about to ask if she was ok, she’d given him a look, and he’d slipped into first and they’d driven off up the hill. Her mum and the taverna getting smaller and smaller in the wing mirror.

      ‘Are you all right, madam?’ She felt Janice’s hand on her shoulder. Her bottom lip wobbled.

      Come on, Maddy. She shouted at herself in her head. Grow up. This is your big adventure. FFS. Don’t you dare cry. Don’t you dare.

      ‘Yes, thanks, I’m fine.’ Maddy nodded.

      ‘Come on.’ Janice said, giving her arm a little squeeze. ‘I think I’ve got some mince pies at the desk.’

       CHAPTER 11

      ELLA

      ‘You tie it up behind you.’ Ella saw Dimitri’s lips twitch in a smile as she picked up her apron.

      ‘I can see that, thank you.’ She thought of her last holiday where she’d stayed at a five-star boutique yurt in the Serengeti. She’d complained because the wifi didn’t work and Max had thrown a tantrum when he hadn’t seen all of the Big Five. She stood in the entrance to the taverna, the sky a sharp wintery blue, the remains of old swifts’ nests cluttering the eaves of the awning, Dimitri sitting with the ankle of one leg crossed over the knee of his other, sipping an espresso, the smells of home baked croissants, thick cut toast and gloopy marmalade, strong coffee and cigarettes swirling like smoke through the cool of the morning – making her nose suddenly wrinkle up with unexpected emotion. She had a sudden flash of her ten year old self here on holidays, belting into the sea dragging a windsurfer behind her, the only complication in her life being how to get the bloody sail to stay up as she wobbled in the water.

      She was fumbling trying to tie a bow in her apron round her back, realising that her white jeans might not have been the best idea for her first day waitressing, when a young, good-looking couple walked past and said, ‘Hi there.’ The woman was in a thin black cashmere top and long shorts while the man wore chinos and a polo shirt with the collar turned up, a sweater was slung round his shoulders and aviator sunglasses looped into his button hole. They were clearly staying at the hotel round the corner and Ella thought that her and Max had quite possibly had dinner with them one summer. The woman, she thought, was called Susan… no Suki, yes that was it, because that was the name of their cat when they’d been growing up. Suki and Pedro. He was a banker. Big guffawing laugh. Max had played golf with him.

      ‘Hi,’ she smiled, pushing her hair out of her eyes and thinking now that she was glad she’d made an effort with her appearance. ‘How are you?’

      ‘Fine.’ The guy, Pedro, smiled. ‘And you?’

      ‘Great, thanks. It’s good to see you.’

      ‘You too.’ He nodded.

      Ella nodded back, still smiling, they all looked at each other for a second or two, but then Suki glanced at Pedro and Pedro looked at Ella and when still no one said anything, Pedro said, ‘A table for two.’

      ‘Oh.’ Ella felt her cheeks start to pink. ‘Of course.’ They had absolutely no idea who she was. She grabbed two menus and started to walk towards a table at the jetty edge. ‘You know we er–’ But she stopped when she saw that they weren’t looking at her at all. In fact they seemed to see straight through her, like she was simply a dark outline obscuring their view of the glistening water.

      She heard Dimitri snigger as she stopped what she was saying mid-sentence. The couple sat down and Pedro said, ‘Boiled egg for me, fruit salad for my wife. Yoghurt on the side, grape juice, one orange – freshly squeezed, a couple of days ago we had the carton stuff and I don’t want that again. And a pot of strong tea – real milk, none of that UHT crap.’ Then he smiled, handed her back the menu without having looked at it, and slipped his aviators on.

      It took Ella a second to realise that this was her job and she should write