“Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade, always alone.” LonelinessAloneBrightonPromenadeMirabelle Book:London Calling Source: London Calling
“Mirabelle always ate her lunch on Brighton beach if the weather was in any way passable, but out of sheer principle she never paid tuppence for a chair. We did not win the war to have to pay to sit down, she frequently found herself thinking.” WarSpiritMoneyLunchPrincipleMirabelleTuppence Book:Brighton Belle Source: Brighton Belle
“Mirabelle? Mirabelle Bevan? Well, I’ll be blowed!” Mirabelle started, almost spilling her drink. It took her a moment to realize who the handsome man was, now his hair was greying at the edges and he was out of uniform. Puffing laconically on a cigarette, martini in hand, he wore a lounge suit and an understated silk tie with a discreet regimental insignia woven into the fabric. “Eddie,” she smiled. “What are you doing here?” HandsomeReunionGinMartiniMeetingSuitTieMirabelleLounge Author:Sara Sheridan