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she went to bed to catch up on some reading Sara checked her emails and also Googled Victoria Glass. She was the daughter of Lord Mells, an aristocrat who had first made his money in property and then had recently increased his fortune through buying up land and selling it on to wind farm companies. For the past five years or so Victoria had been a darling of the tabloids – and broadsheets. Victoria Glass was stunningly beautiful, almost faultlessly so. She was tall, elegant, with classically sculptured features and glossy black hair. Magazines regularly cited her as a style icon. A website once conducted a study on the break-up of news on a given day and discovered that more column inches had been devoted to a dress Victoria Glass wore one evening than to coverage of the civil war in Syria. She had, over the years, modelled for a couple of couture fashion houses and Sara read that she was due to bring out her own perfume and evening wear collection. The paparazzi loved her and she always posed for the camera and would happily give a journalist a quote. Of course she also gave an interview about press intrusion and the need for new privacy laws. Sara clicked on a cynical blog article about the “Tabloid Courtesan” which said that she tipped photographers off when she was due to come out of a club or restaurant, or when her latest celebrity suitor would leave her house the morning after. Victoria also earned money through charging to attend launch parties or fashion shows, where she would sit in the front row next to the catwalk, chatting and laughing with similar tabloid courtesans like they were best friends.
    There was little to read of in regards to Adam, although she did find a TV interview on YouTube the couple gave before they were married. They explained how they had met at a film premiere. Three months later they were engaged. The cynical blogger alleged that the engagement and marriage was just a promotional stunt, arranged by Victoria’s agent. Yet as Sara watched the pair during their interview she was convinced of Victoria’s devotion towards Adam. She wasn’t that good an actress, Sara thought – though she read that Victoria had flown over to Hollywood for some screen tests during their marriage.
    I can be myself when I’m with Adam... It’s nice to spend an evening curled up on the sofa watching a movie in front of the TV with someone you love, rather than spending a night dolling yourself up and have a dozen cameras flash in your face outside a club... He’s old-fashioned, honourable... You probably think, given our backgrounds, that we haven’t got anything in common... But from that first night, during dinner after the film premiere, we knew we shared a sense of humour and a will to take care of one another in some way.
    The marriage did not last long. Sara found a poignant quote from Victoria, from a brief interview she gave on the red carpet at an opening of a West End musical. “We worked better as friends than as husband and wife.” Victoria was criticised by some for milking publicity from her divorce (whilst others argued that she should have been praised for her courage in walking away from her heavy drinking, unfaithful spouse). Both before and after the marriage Victoria was often labelled a “dumb blonde”, despite her black hair. She was far from dumb though it seemed to Sara. She had studied History and Economics at LSE and had proved to be a shrewd networker and businesswoman. She read a feature in a magazine where one prominent feminist had called her “a media whore” whilst another had lauded her as being “an empowered 21st century woman”. When Sara searched for Victoria Glass on twitter she, depressingly predictably, found swaths of messages by perverted men (and lesbians). There also seemed to be a virtual community of internet trolls that directed abuse and vitriol at her.
    The messages on twitter reminded Sara of some of the comments she used to receive when she was