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words. He was absolutely going to mend his ways and stop letting the drink take him over. Indie didn't even bother to ask what help he would get, because he had to know he couldn’t do it alone by force of will.
    She'd lost enough weight and more to go back to work, even if she required a little extra make-up to cover her pallid complexion. Being too thin was as bad as being too fat in her business so Indie took the seldom enjoyed opportunity to eat all the cheesecake and chocolate and ice cream she usually rationed, until she came back up to the correct measurements. It was too late for Paris and Italy, they had replaced her for those shows but for London they hadn't found anyone and she was welcome to make that trip. She toughed out the last two weeks in her marriage with Brad's promises falling on distant ears.
    London in the fall was lovely. The shows were held at the exhibition center in Earl's Court, but they stayed in a hotel in the West End, close to the nightlife for entertaining clients they were there to woo. No longer pregnant and still slightly underweight, Indie indulged in all the cocktails she fancied and flirted with every client that came on to her. Her boss, the owner of the line, was well pleased with her dedication to his business and gave her a Burberry handbag from the flagship store on Regent Street.
    The day for Sasha's arrival into London came and went and Indie heard nothing from her. Reluctantly, she called her mother, even though Sasha had said she'd stay at The Sanderson rather than at her mother's mansion apartment in Maida Vale.
    “Hello Indiana, long time no hear,” Sasha's mother said as greeting. Indie wasn't sure whether she meant her or her daughter and recalled the many times her mother had tagged along with them to nightclubs, wearing a transparent black lace jumpsuit, or other age-inappropriate outfit in an attempt to be one of the girls. “No I don't know where Sasha is. She rarely keeps me informed of her movements anymore.”
    Dead end there then, and as the week in London drew to a close, Indie sadly gave up on her friend and considered staying in London trying to model in that city rather than return to New York where it would be tough to finance her own apartment and she'd have to either go back to living with a room mate or engage in an alimony battle with her ex-spouse.
    “You have a message, Ms Malone,” the cute receptionist in black shirt open one button too low and snug-fitting black pants smiled at her. Fuck he was hot and he knew it, there was something so decadent about him he managed to make even the plain black leather belt holding up his slim pants seem raunchy.
    The message was from Sasha who had called the hotel that afternoon.
    Something came up. Can't make it to London. Got you tix to come here Friday. Collect at British Airways office Regent Street. Can you bring my boots, saddle and Dom Perignon.
    Indie laughed at the demand for classic French label champagne- only the best would do for our Sash and the excess baggage cost could go suck. It was really sweet of her to make it up to her for not showing for their girly rendezvous by sending a ticket to go down there but she could hardly trip off to some far-flung island. Sheesh, most people had no idea where Mauritius even was. Although Indie had heard of it as a favorite spot for honeymooners, when Sasha first disappeared, she had to look it up on a map to be sure of its exact location and discovered the tiny dot all alone in the middle of the Indian Ocean, next closest landfall- Madagascar.
    No, she couldn't disappear into the Indian Ocean, or could she? Finished up in London while the rest of the crew continued on into Europe and with no idea where her life was taking her next, what better than two weeks of sand, palm trees and lashings of Dom. The island was as far away from New York as it was possible to get without a spaceship. Maybe it would complete her healing and give her the strength she was going to