GoodGirlsGoBad133 17 Jan 2010 The Perfect Stranger The room was already bursting with people experiencing the promise of a night to remember. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing and the guests were dancing. But the night was still young. The group of girls had only just left the house, running “fashionably late”, and piled into the taxi. All in different colored dresses, with the exception of Sophie, who remained in her signature colour of black. Not going out for...