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muttered into her hair.He was an inch shorter than Violet but she was able to snuffle into his shoulder if she stooped a little.
    ‘That’s OK,’ she said, inhaling the expensive scent on his neck.
    And perhaps it was, in a way. Had she forgiven him? She didn’t care. She just wanted to be with him. Nothing else mattered.
    He drew away and held her shoulders. ‘It will never happen again,’ he said.
    And she believed him.She had to. He was all she had. She would do anything to keep him. Even forgive him for sleeping with another woman.
    ‘I’m sorry too,’ she told him as he finally drew away. ‘I’ll behave better. I won’t whinge as much. And I’m going to lose some weight.’
    He smiled. ‘Violet, darling. You’re my girl and I love you.’
    ‘I love you too,’ she replied.
    ‘But perhaps you should try not to nag me so much,’Sebastian added. ‘It does upset me, you know.’
    Violet nodded. That was the answer. They would both try their best and everything would be OK.
    ‘Now, what about dinner? You must be starving.’
    Sebastian had booked a table for two at the Rajdoot. The Rajdoot produced the most wonderful Indian food imaginable. It was a trendy restaurant, frequented by smart go-getters like Sebastian who worked inthe finance sector.
    Violet knew she wasn’t in his class. She would have loved to have worn a pretty dress like some of the other women but had stuck to black trousers, a batwing black top and a few bits of jewellery.
    They ordered their food and as the waiter went away, Sebastian raised his glass.
    ‘Here’s to us,’ he said, clinking the glasses together.
    Violet smiled back. He was at his mostcharming tonight. He was trying desperately to make amends, she knew.
    She was stuffing a poppadom into her mouth when she caught Sebastian looking at her and smiling. She quickly swallowed and tried to slow down her eating. She must have looked like a total pig, jumping on the food as soon as it arrived.
    But it was after the main course that she became certain Sebastian was acting strangely.He kept staring at her, with that odd grin on his face. Normally he chatted away about his work or the football matches he had seen. His life was always fascinating to her. But tonight he was silent, just watching her.
    She began to fret. Something was different. Something was wrong.
    After the waiter had taken the plates away, Sebastian cleared his throat. ‘I need to talk to you about something,’he said.
    Violet felt sick. He was going to dump her. He was way out of her league. It was hopeless thinking that he would want to be with her. After all, that other girl must have been much better in bed than she could ever be.
    ‘Darling Violet,’ he said, his voice a little husky. ‘There’s something I want to ask you.’
    When he dropped to the floor, she thought he’d dropped his napkin. ‘Are youall right?’ she asked.
    He took her hand and smiled. It was then that she realised he was on one knee.
    ‘Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?’ asked Sebastian.
    Violet gaped at him. Was this a joke? No, he was actually serious. He wanted them to be together. As man and wife. For ever.
    She glanced around and realised the whole restaurant was watching them. She looked down at Sebastianwhose smile was beginning to fade.
    She realised she hadn’t given him a reply. ‘Yes!’ she said, trying not to cry. ‘Of course, yes!’
    Sebastian’s smile clicked back into place and the whole restaurant erupted into clapping and cheering. Violet’s cheeks burned with the attention, especially when he kissed her on the mouth in front of everyone.
    As the waiter brought out the puddings and two glassesof champagne, everyone was still chattering around them. But Violet was so happy, she didn’t even want the pudding.
    Back home and snuggled up on the sofa, she told him about the New You! leaflet.
    ‘You sure you want to pay out a load of money for some hippy spin?’ he said, popping a small