The town was quiet and Annie her head full of plans, walked without really seeing anything. As she neared the bank, she saw a small coffee shop, thinking on her feet she made her way into the shop and found herself a seat by the window. The young girl behind the counter was heading her way with a pad and pencil ready to take Annie’s order. Annie quickly scanned the menu and decided to have a sandwich with her coffee, as she realised she hadn’t eaten much since this morning. As she waited, she sat and watched the people walking up and down the street. Some were hurrying along, whilst some were pottering and window shopping. It all had the air of normality that seemed to have disappeared from her life. Eating her sandwich, she thought again of having a secret life away from Simon, the more she thought on it the more it took deep root. She could see an estate agency just across the road from her, and with excitement she decided to go and take a look, what harm can it do to dream for a bit. Walking with a skip in her step, she made her way over to the estate agents; the window was full of houses in different areas. As she was looking her excitement rose as she spotted a small cottage, right on the sea front at Coombe Martin, away from the town and set back into some woodlands. Perfect for her, hidden yet not so hidden, before she knew it, she was stepping in through the door to be met by a young dark haired man, with a wide smile and a ‘can I help you’, he reminded her of Wayne. Suddenly she felt insecure and very shy, the bravado stripping from her as she was sat down. Stammering she asked about the cottage. The whole process went by in a flash and as she left the estate agents with four property leaflets in her hand, and an appointment to view all four the next day she could feel herself panicking at her decision. Shaking she made her way to the bank and quickly withdrew the money she needed. What was she thinking; she hadn’t got the money yet! she wasn’t really sure what she was doing, but inside a little flicker of rebellion was shaking itself off and she drove back in a mixture of emotions attacking her very self.
As she drove up the drive she could see a car parked up. A moment of panic gripped her, until she calmed herself down realising this was probable the woman from the lottery. As she parked up the woman climbed out of her car, she was short with curly brown hair that looked as if it had a life of its own, a big smile on her face as she waited for Annie to get out of the car. ‘Hi Mrs Marsh I’m Daisy Saunders, how are you doing?’ Annie suddenly felt overwhelmed and embarrassingly burst into tears, ‘I’m sorry’ she blubbed ‘ it’s the shock, I’m not normally like this’ wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she fumbled with her handbag to get the keys out ‘it’s alright dear, it’s not every day you win the lottery’ Annie in scrabbling in her bag dropped the whole contents on the floor, everything flew in all directions and with a gasp Annie dropped down to gather as much as she could to her. Daisy picked up at the same time, until the lost keys were found, Daisy took charge and with a smile said ‘come on let’s get you inside and a nice cup of tea is in order’
Ten minutes later with a cup of tea in both women’s hands, Annie finally had stopped crying. She was so embarrassed what on earth is going on with her! Daisy had sat quietly drinking her tea as Annie calmed herself down. Daisy started of the conversation with general chitchat, and it wasn’t long before they were chatting away about their families. Annie hadn’t said a word about Simon to Daisy she didn’t want to get into any of that. Daisy smiled at Annie, and taking her hand said ‘are you ready to discuss your win now Annie?’ nodding whilst her heart was beating so hard with the whole idea of being a very rich woman. Taking up her briefcase Daisy bought out her paperwork and the two women went through the win, £152 million pounds, Annie had to keep mentally pinching herself. Daisy told her she would get full financial support from them and any questions she was on the end of the phone. The money would be going into her bank and no publicity would be had on the win. Annie shyly showed Daisy the cottage she would love to buy and asked how soon she could buy it, as she had never bought a property before.
Daisy had stayed for another hour after they had gone through everything; she had booked a hotel in Coombe Martin and would see Annie tomorrow. Annie sat in the quiet of the front room; she had lit the fire and made herself a sandwich. Sitting staring into the fire her head going through all sorts of scenarios of how to keep her life secret from Simon.