Oh, all right, I've got a couple of minutes.
Let's see... I forgot to bring my storyline plan. Yikes. I guess I'll just wing it for now...
Six months later
Stacey walked out from a building painted in a shade of pastel pink.
Y. H. Young Rehabilitation Centre said a sign in cursive font on the wall. Stacey herself was decked out in a white sundress and straw hat, and Carson barely recognised her as the same person.
"Wow, look at you."
"I'm looking." Stacey glanced down at the dress. "Gee, I feel stupid in this thing."
"Take it off then."
"For you? No way."
Carson looked slightly confused.
"What?"
There was a pause.
Carson giggled nervously. "I thought you meant the brooch."
Stacey had barely noticed the brooch. It was a gold coin with a lily blossom carved into it.
"Solid gold."
"I can't believe you didn't sell that."
"Neither can I. But it was from my first husband. Lovely man."
"What went wrong?"
They began walking towards his car.
Stacey rolled her eyes. "Men don't like women who have power, I suppose."
"Then he was never much of a lover to begin with."
A small plane flew overhead, spluttering noisily on its biofuel. Something lost in Stacey's memory suddenly wormed its way up to the front of her brain...
"I suppose your business with UAL had to go on hold for a while," she smirked.
Carson laughed. "It could wait. It's not like that airline's going anyway with Sheila Smith at the helm."
They both laughed this time. Stacey was feeling better already. She liked Carson a lot... but she could never trust another man again. She had sworn that to herself months ago.