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place
of her own, maybe with Gemma, and then she
could finally start living her life and stop feeling
that she could never be herself.
     
    'How are you feeling about Cal now?' Gemma
asked Angel as the two girls walked out of college.
    'I'm still really pissed off about what happened,'
Angel admitted. 'And I really want to hate him for
what he did, but the worst thing is I just can't, it's
doing my head in.'
    'I know what you mean,' Gemma said sympathetically.
'What you need is some retail therapy.'
    Angel laughed; shopping was Gemma's answer
to everything and usually she would have said no,
but she was feeling reckless, she needed a change.
She was sick of all her clothes. That Saturday night
had been like a wake-up call. So she agreed to hit
Gemma's number-one favourite destination –
Topshop.
    Gemma was like a Tasmanian devil, rushing
round the store and grabbing garments that caught
her eye. When she was happy with her selection the
two headed off for the changing room and
squeezed into one of the cubicles. She had Angel try
on shirt-dresses, flirty little skirts, sexy halter-neck
tops, shrugs, low-rise cropped jeans. With every
item she tried on, Angel felt a surge of confidence.
She wasn't being vain, she really did look good.
    'You look great in everything,' Gemma told her.
'I think you should get them all.'
    'Don't be stupid, I can't afford all this!' Angel
said.
    'Get a store card then,' Gemma whispered
wickedly.
    'No way!' Angel exclaimed. 'I'll never be able to
pay it back.'
    'Come on, you got some birthday money, didn't
you?' Gemma persisted.
    'Yeah, but I was supposed to be saving it for art
school,' Angel replied.
    'Do you really want to go around all summer in
your jeans and crappy old T-shirts when you could
be wearing these?' Gemma held up a pair of mini
silver shorts that Angel had especially fallen in love
with. 'Or this?' Gemma picked up a cute green and
white polka dot boob tube. 'Or this?' Gemma
reached for a slinky green shirt-dress. 'And how
could you walk away from this?' she said finally,
picking up a gorgeous little red pleated mini and
waving it in front of Angel.
    'You bastard!' Angel joked, knowing that she was
not going to be able to resist. But she didn't get too
carried away, choosing items that she could wear in
the day time – well, except for the silver shorts,
which would be hard to get away with except in a
club, but she just had to have them.
    'Oh my God!' Angel exclaimed as they walked
out of the shop and into the late-afternoon
sunshine. 'I can't believe I just bought all those
things.' Plus, Gemma had insisted she buy a string
of red beads, a long gold chain, several bracelets
and a sweet scarlet handbag. 'I need a drink! Let's
get a beer.'
    'All in good time,' Gemma promised. 'But first
we'll go and see Mum and get you that manicure
she promised you for your birthday. And then,
Cinderella, we will get a beer.'
     
    That night as Angel curled up in bed, Prince
snoring gently on her bedroom floor, she couldn't
help smiling at how the day had turned out. At the
salon Jeanie had cracked open a bottle of wine to
celebrate Angel's birthday and the three of them
had gossiped, giggled and bitched away a couple of
hours. Mainly about Mel, who used to go to Jeanie's
salon until one day she'd accused one of the staff of
burning her during a bikini wax and threatened to
sue, even though there had been nothing wrong
with the temperature; it was just the kind of person
Mel was.
    'He's bound to leave her soon,' Jeanie assured
Angel, knowing all about her obsession.
    'He definitely will if he sees Angel in her silver
shorts!' Gemma exclaimed. 'You've got to wear
them next time we go clubbing.'
    Angel was glad Jeanie and Gemma had such
confidence in her ability to attract Cal. Even though
she felt better than last night, she was still smarting
from his rejection. Just before turning off her light
she pulled open the drawer in her bedside cabinet
and reached for the photo of Cal, unable to go