Medb Ruane: Velvet was gorgeous, with perfect hair, nails and skin. But I knew she was on the game
She leaned over and asked for a drop of my cocoa tanning oil. I'd noticed this Irish woman already. Velvet -- not her professional name -- looked like she was channelling a soap opera star. I wondered vaguely if she worked on TV.
The long story must wait. For now, let's just say that Velvet was on the game. She told me that her boyfriend of two years was sulking in their hotel room because he'd proposed to her at midnight, as the year turned, and was furious when she refused.
The ring glittered through her vivid description -- diamonds, sapphires, custom design, satin box. She lied. It was a ruse to explain why she was alone by the pool.