Clearly, she wasn't obese, but beyond that, it was hard to tell."Here, let me take your coat," my father said. "Benji, go get the rest of her bags."As...she pulled off her hat, revealing a head of long, wavy brown hair, Rochelle resisted at first. "It's okay," she said, smiling at me. "I can go get it myself. There's only one more."Dad bristled at this. "Nonsense. Benji's got his shoes on already." True, I thought. But only because ten minutes earlier, I'd finished shoveling the driveway clear in. At that moment another beautician entered room. And started to work on my nails. She cut them and shaped in very feminine style. Then, she applied one coat of fixing polish and two coats in red color. In the meantime my hair cut was finished and first beautician applied fixing gel and started to form my new hairstyle with round brush and hairdryer. Both beauticians finished at the same time and manicure girl left."Okay, now I am prepared to show you your new look," said beautician and took me. “Sorry, hun. If I overreacted a little. I was a little wound up, you know. About Chris being here during our special time. Sorry if I over-reacted a little.”“That’s okay,” I smiled, half meaning it, but also more than a little mad at Dave that he ‘d thought the worst of me and not trusted me. Embarrassing me in front of Byron’s new girlfriend who was no doubt wondering why my husband had spent all evening ignoring me and flirting with another woman.As we all relaxed in the lounge, after a while. One wouldthink that by then I would have been used to Barbara?s driving onEngland?s country roads, something she preferred to the motorway.At the manor the routine was the same as on previous occasions.Brentwood, Lord W____?s butler, greeted us, took our bags, and showed usto our usual room. Once all the guests arrived, He distributed thecostumes according to the draw. I opened the box containing my costumeand was greeted by a name tag on which was written in a very elegantcalligraphy,.