stamped her feet on the snow in an attempt to warm them up. A cloud covered the sun, making it too cold to stand still for long.
“Well, I don’t think it’s Diana Ross, although she does sing love songs,” Tash said as they scanned the list of results.
“But she hasn’t got a food connection, has she?” Sophie frowned and clicked on a different link. “Ooh, look, what about James Blunt, he has that restaurant, La Vache, doesn’t he, with a couple of other celebs? And it says here he’s got a chairlift named after him. I’ve never been to the restaurant, have you?”
“It’s a bit pricy, it’s not like we can afford to be regulars there, is it?” Tash replied. “But maybe we could stretch to sharing a pizza.”
Tash and Lucy snapped their skis back on, but Sophie hesitated, catching Lucy’s eye. Lucy shrugged as though to say “Why not?”
Why not? It’s not as though I’ve got anything better to do today.
“Come on you two,” Tash called out. “We’ve got a chairlift to queue for.”
Deep down Sophie knew she really wanted to do this but it was as though a part of her refused to believe the excitement, too afraid of the possible crash waiting for her ahead. She was afraid to jump, afraid this run might end in painful disaster and public humiliation.
But what if this wasn’t a joke? What if her secret Valentine was someone who actually liked her?
Careful, Soph, this could be a wind-up. Don’t get your hopes up.
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