Free Angel Uncovered by Katie Price

perfect.
    'They are minging! You'll have to make an appointment
with Mum.'
    Gemma's mum, Jeanie, ran a beauty salon in Brighton.
    'Okay, next – hair.' Gemma looked critically at Angel.
    'Now come on, Gemma, you can't knock my hair. I
only had it done the other week and I had some highlights.'
Angel was very proud of her long hair and did her
best to keep it in condition. She had been platinum
blonde in the past but was now a warm honey shade.
    'Well, what about a change? What about getting it all
cut off in a bob and having a fringe?'
    'You are fucking joking, aren't you? I don't want a
Lego head!' Angel was outraged by the suggestion. 'I
know I'd only regret it and end up having to have
extensions, and I don't want to do that .'
    'I was only joking,' Gemma replied laughing at her
friend's over-reaction. 'Okay, next – tan.' She looked
critically at Angel who stuck out her tongue cheekily.
Very luckily for her Angel had been blessed with skin that
tanned easily to a golden-brown and only resorted to the
fake variety when she had a shoot or a big event. 'Not
bad, but you'll have to get yourself sprayed before you go
out there and book yourself in for a couple of sessions for
while you're there.'
    'Isn't this supposed to be about football. Does it really
matter what I look like and what I wear?' Angel shot
back.
    Gemma looked as if Angel had just killed a fluffy kitten
with her bare hands. 'What are you talking about? Of
course it matters! You're going to be in every celeb and
style mag, you have got to look shit hot!'
    Angel arranged her hands into the 'whatever' gesture.
It was fun bantering with Gemma like this but she knew
she was going to find the endless beauty preparations a
right pain in the arse.
    'Clothes next. I reckon you're going to need at least
three different outfits a day – one for the hotel or
shopping, one for watching the match, and one for the
evening. And no way can you wear the same thing twice.'
Gemma was getting a glint in her eye at the prospect of
yet more clothes shopping.
    'Gemma,' Angel said firmly, 'I've got enough clothes.
I'll maybe buy a couple of things, but that's it.'
    'But you've got to have new bikinis for by the pool,
yours are probably all out of date,' her friend protested.
    'Gemma, I've got ten bikinis, I don't need anymore. I'll
be spending most of the time with Honey, remember,
and I always end up getting covered in food and gunk, so
I'm not buying new outfits just for that.'
    'Well, I'm going to look out some things for you,'
Gemma replied. 'And put together some outfits. It won't
be expensive stuff – just a few fashion must-haves.'
    Angel sighed. Knowing Gemma, it would be futile to
argue.
    'You know, you really went into the wrong business
when you became a beautician. You should have studied
fashion.'
    'Yes,' Gemma replied, 'but at least I can live my dream
through you . . . please let me style you for the World
Cup? I promise I'll make you look fab. I'll work out all
your outfits for you and your accessories.'
    'Oh, all right, 'Angel finally admitted defeat. It would
make Gemma happy, and it would save Angel from
having to waste time thinking about what to take. ' And you can do my packing as well because isn't that what
stylists are supposed to do?' she added cheekily.
    'Don't push it!' Gemma warned her.
    Back home Michelle was in a state of high excitement as
she was convinced Honey had said 'Mummy'. 'Here's
Mummy!' she announced as soon as Angel walked into
the house.
    'Who is it, Honey? Come on, say "Mummy" again?'
    Honey chewed her favourite teddy's ear and said
nothing. 'I'm sure she said it,' Michelle carried on
happily, 'and I'm sure she'll say it again. Isn't she
clever!'
    'Did she really?' Angel exclaimed, scooping up her
daughter in her arms. 'We should phone Daddy to tell
him what a clever girl you are.' She quickly selected Cal's
number on her phone, wanting to share this news with
him, but there was no answer.
    She sighed. He never seemed to take her calls at