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supermodel? I turned my attention to Catherine. ‘I don’t
know who you’re looking at, Cat, but she’s gorgeous!’
    Catherine shook
her head and took off her glasses, ‘Nah, she’s a dog. A cheap,
tart. He’ll soon get bored of her. Girls like her are ten-a-penny
round here.’
    ‘Well I haven’t
seen that many girls like her, I can tell you.’
    ‘Yeah, well
she’s too obvious. That hair and tan are false for a start and her
boobs probably are too. You’re much nicer than her, Tez.’
    I was getting
fed up with Catherine now. She was trying too hard to make me feel
better but it wasn’t working. I’d seen the picture. I’d seen the
smiles on their faces and their arms around each other. They were
happy. ‘Why would he want me when he’s got her?’ I said,
despondently.
    ‘ Because
you’re gorgeous; with your red curls and big blue eyes. You’re
loads of fun too. She’s probably boring.’ She sipped some more
wine.
    ‘My plan was to
meet her and find out what she had I didn’t but I don’t think I
need to now. It’s obvious what she’s got, innit?’
    Catherine
sighed. ‘Don’t bother yourself with it. He’s in the past. Just
forget about it now.’
    ‘And my eyes
are grey not blue,’ I said before glugging down my full glass of
wine in one go.
    Catherine’s
mouth gaped open. ‘You need to sort yourself out. You’re not ‘avin
any more wine if you’re going to drink it that fast!’
    ‘I need more,’
I said trying to wrestle the bottle from her perfectly manicured
hands.
    She
glared at me. ‘Look, you wanted to see what she looked like and now
you have. You still don’t know anything about her as a person. She
might be a total psycho.’
    ‘So what if she
is? Mark prefers her.’
    ‘So what are
you going to do now then? Let it eat you up forever?’
    I shook
my head. ‘I don’t know.’ I started to move the cursor on my laptop
in an attempt to find out some more information about this
man-stealer. I glanced down and noticed a message she’d left on his
wall. Her name was Monica (typical of her to have an exotic name).
Her message mentioned she would miss him when she was out with the
girls on Saturday. I scanned further; another message mentioned
she’d be at “Zanzibar” if he wanted to meet up. This was perfect. I
knew she’d be out on Saturday and I knew where she’d be too. There
could be a problem if Mark turned up but I knew I should go and
meet her somehow; find out what she was like.
    Catherine
didn’t approve of my plan to meet up with Monica but as she was
staying tomorrow night she agreed to come with me – if only to stop
me making a total fool of myself.

Chapter
six
One of the girls
     
    Catherine
looked amazing in her fitted blue shift dress and silver
high-heels. She’d clipped a diamante hair-slide into her sleek hair
which matched her necklace perfectly. ‘Come on then,’ she said,
‘let me at ya.’ She stood behind me and proceeded to straighten my
rough curls. I could smell the burning as my hair frazzled between
the ceramic plates. It did look pretty good once she’d finished
though. She then started to apply my make-up. I usually did my own
but it consisted only of a swipe of clear lip-gloss and a dusting
of powder blusher. I never enhanced my eyes, though, because eye
make-up irritated my sensitive eyes (that was my excuse anyway).
Catherine used her make-up to underline my small eyes with an
indigo blue pencil. She then applied some turquoise shimmering
eye-shadow and navy blue mascara. I didn’t think it was going to
look as professional as it did. I looked quite good for me. She
then dusted on my blusher and outlined my lips with a dark coral
lip-liner. Next, she filled in my full lips with a similar coloured
lipstick. I loved it. It made my teeth look so white and I looked
like Nicole Kidman.
    ‘Wow,’ I said,
‘you’re moving back in here and doing my make-up every day!’
    Catherine
laughed. ‘You look great. I hope Mark does turn