Free Santa Baby by Katie Price

now she felt as if her clothes looked cheap and she herself totally out of place. Surveying the women at the other tables, in their expensive designer clothes, she counted at least three Chanel handbags, two Birkins, a Chloé and a Miu Miu. She kicked her own battered brown Topshop satchel under the table and then panicked that everything would have fallen out of it and had to dive under there to check that it hadn’t. When she emerged from under the tablecloth, Angel was standing by the table. Typical. Talk about first impressions …
    ‘Tiffany, right?’
    ‘Oh, hi,’ she said, standing up and trying to smooth down her hair and straighten her dress at the same time. She wondered whether to shake hands or kiss. Luckily Angel made that decision for her and kissed her lightly twice. Tiffany sat back down feeling completely overawed by Angel, who was even more beautiful in real life than she was on screen. Angel’s long hair was honey-coloured, her skin was a light golden brown that accentuated her intensely green eyes. She looked every inch the A-list celebrity, glowing with health, success and wealth, and in true celebrity style was wearing white skinny jeans, a white cashmere jumper and a white fake-fur gilet.
    Tiffany and Kara had a theory that only the very rich ever wore head to toe white as only they could afford the dry-cleaning bills. Tiffany also took in the blingtastic diamond wedding and engagement rings, the diamond bracelet, the diamond-studded Rolex. She was surprised Angel didn’t need an armed guard, walking around with all those rocks on display.
    ‘How funny. You’re all in black and I’m in white,’ Angel commented. ‘So this is weird, isn’t it? Kind of like being on a blind date.’ She picked up the menu and fiddled with it, and Tiffany realised that Angel was just as nervous as she was.
    ‘I hope it goes better than my blind dates usually go,’ she attempted to joke, and then thought, Why the hell did I say that! It makes me sound like a total saddo who goes on loads of blind dates!
    Angel smiled. ‘I’d have thought a beautiful girl like you would have them queueing up?’
    ‘To be honest, ‘I’ve just come out of a two-year relationship and I’m happy being single.’
    ‘I remember how that felt. It’s good to be single for a while,’ Angel replied, then added, ‘Are you wearing Coco Mademoiselle?’
    ‘Yes, I always wear it, it’s my signature scent.’
    ‘That’s a coincidence, it’s my favourite perfume too. I’ve worn it since I was a teenager.’
    There was a pause and as Tiffany looked at Angel she realised that their eyes and mouth were very similar. She wasn’t just imagining this, caught up in the excitement of meeting someone famous.
    ‘We’ve got the same eyes and mouth,’ Angel said wonderingly, as if echoing her thoughts. ‘Apart from Tanya, I’ve never met anyone I was actually related to before.’
    The waiter came over to take Angel’s order. Tiffany had already seen the prices and felt anxious about ordering anything else. Fortunately Angel took control and ordered them both afternoon tea.
    ‘Oh, and shall we have a glass of champagne as well? You like champagne, don’t you, Tiffany?’
    Who didn’t like champagne? ‘Sure, thanks.’ She waited until the waiter was out of earshot before saying quietly, ‘I don’t expect you to pay for me, Angel.’
    ‘Don’t be silly! Of course I’ll pay. I suggested coming here.’ She looked around. ‘Sorry it’s so posh. I always feel as if I should be minding my Ps and Qs here, but I couldn’t think where else to meet.’ She twisted the diamond bracelet round on her wrist. ‘I have to admit, I was gob-smacked to get your letter. I had no idea that I might have a sister.’
    ‘Imagine how I felt when I got Tanya’s telling me that you were mine.’ Tiffany hesitated, then added, ‘That’s if she’s telling the truth. She ended the letter by saying that you hadn’t given her any money, but maybe