We had been looking forward to our girls’ holiday for months. My in-laws had very generously offered their holiday villa in Puglia, southern Italy, to me and my three girlfriends while my husband was in Portugal golfing with pals.
All in our early 30s, we’d known each other for a decade after meeting on a graduate training programme for a financial company in London.
We had never holidayed together before, but we knew how to have fun and be thoughtful and caring in equal measure.
Over the years we’d helped each other through everything from break-ups to work troubles. Though none of us
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