"I probably know more than most of you here anyway."
Trixie, Barbara, Patsy and Valarie stared agape at Shelagh in stunned silence, no one had even heard her enter the room. It was Trixie who broke the silence first, as Shelagh had started to pink in the cheeks, regretting what she'd said slightly.
"So come on then, ex nun turned expert on all things romantic, who likes to brag that she nabbed herself a dishy doctor before I, what is your advice to Barbara on her wedding night?"
Shelagh took a second to ponder the question, she couldn't help but think back to her own wedding night which seemed a lifetime ago, she thought of lips connected, limbs tangled and actions completely driven by desire; the mere memory made her dizzy.
"Let's just say, when it really comes down to it, gentlemanly conduct is not necessarily required," Shelagh lifted her mug to hide her smirk but almost dropped it when she noticed Sister Julienne had chosen precisely the wrong moment to enter the room