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eyes gleamed at the thought – she was a
total fashionista.
    'I'm never going to fit in, am I?' said Angel gloomily.
    'You'll be fine.' Gemma shrugged away her friend's
worries. 'They'll love you. Anyway it will be good training
for the World Cup, and being with the British WAGS
twenty-four seven.'
    Angel pulled another face. 'That's if Cal even gets in
the team, Gemma. Can you imagine how devastated he'll
be if he doesn't?'
    'I'm sure he will,' she replied. 'He's been playing well
this season, hasn't he?'
    'I really hope so,' Angel sighed. 'I'll even put up with
being called a WAG if he does.' Although she was now
labelled that by the press, it certainly was not how Angel
saw herself. As far as she was concerned she was a model
with her own career and money. She didn't rely on Cal to
support her financially. And while Angel loved shopping
as much as the next woman, she wasn't a designer label
queen – she was just as happy shopping in Topshop as
Prada, and frankly couldn't give a stuff about owning this
season's must-have designer bag.
    'And do you know if Simone will be going?' Gemma
asked, picking up another dress and considering it
critically for a minute before discarding it.
    Simone was Cal's ex-girlfriend; he'd left her to be with
Angel. Simone had been devastated by the split and had
turned psycho bitch on him, hounding him with phone
calls, texts and emails so that in the end Cal had to change
his number. She had even thrown white paint all over his
treasured Bentley. If they'd owned a pet rabbit, Angel
would have been seriously worried . . . But just as Cal was
about to go to the police Simone abruptly stopped
harassing him, obviously realising that if word got out
about how she had behaved she would never bag herself
a footballer again. She and Cal came to a deal that she
would never contact him again, and in return he
wouldn't tell the world what a total bitch she had been.
    And it had worked for Simone. She had recently started
going out with Jamie Gordan, an Arsenal player. He was
nothing to write home about in the looks department –
'plain' was the kindest thing you could say – but he was
loaded and able to keep Simone in the style which she
thought she deserved.
    Angel shrugged. 'If Jamie gets into the team, of course
she'll come.'
    'Don't worry about her, Angel. Everyone else is bound
to hate her, she's so vile!'
    'Unfortunately she's friends with Gabrielle Carter.'
Gabrielle had stepped into Victoria Beckham's designer
shoes as the new Queen of the WAGS. Her husband,
Connor, was Captain of the England team.
    'Ah, well, there'll be plenty of other WAGs you can talk
to,' Gemma said, trying to cheer her friend up.
    Angel managed a smile. One of the only good things
about feeling so depressed was that she actually didn't
give a shit about any of them; nothing they could say to
her would make her feel any worse than she did at the
moment.
    'Cal will look out for you,' Gemma reassured her. 'I
know he's so pleased you and Honey are flying over to
Italy. I bet you'll have a great time. And maybe when
you're out there he'll feel more able to talk to you.'
    'I really hope so,' Angel replied, and turned away so
Gemma wouldn't see the look of sadness on her face.

Chapter 2
Italian Blues
    'So, Angel, how are you enjoying Italy?'
    She inwardly flinched at the question being directed at
her by Flavia, the extremely beautiful and elegant wife of
Enzo, one of Cal's team mates.
    'It's great, though I do feel a bit homesick,' she
answered in what was a massive understatement. She had
been in Italy for two weeks and was utterly miserable.
    Her depression seemed to have worsened here and
despite Cal saying he would help her settle in and spend
time with her, he had been training even more intensively
and she had hardly seen him. When they were
together he seemed distracted, and every time Angel
asked him how he was he either said he was fine or else
changed the subject.
    He had hired a nanny so Angel could begin to