Angel by Katie Price

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so you can't see my you-know-what.'
    Richard looked through the lens and called out,
'That's the one, hold it. Perfect.'
     
    If only the rest of my life could be going as well as my work ,
Angel thought as she travelled back to Brighton on
the train. It was such an exciting time for her, but
there was a pit of loneliness inside her, the sad
realisation that none of her family seemed to want to
share her good fortune and be happy for her.
Neither Tony nor her dad were speaking to her.
Although Angel was used to her dad's disapproval, it
still smarted to be cut out so completely, and Tony's
was doubly hurtful. They were so different but they
had always got on well, looked out for each other and
been a part of each other's lives. Now she felt adrift,
completely isolated from the family. Her mum came
round to see her at Gemma's one night when Frank
was at football training, but it wasn't a very good
meeting. Michelle was upset about the rift and
anxious to make up with her daughter, but she didn't
have any suggestions about how to heal things.
    'What about doing fashion modelling instead,
love?' she asked. 'I don't think your dad would
have a problem with that.'
    Angel sighed. 'I've already told you, I'm not tall
or skinny enough to be that kind of model, and
anyway, I love what I'm doing now. There's
nothing wrong with it, it's not like I'm doing porn!'
    It was so frustrating, why didn't they get it? But
as far back as she could remember, it had always
been the same – whether it was her passion for
riding or her artistic ambitions, her mum and dad
simply didn't understand her. She might have
guessed that she couldn't expect any support from
her parents with her modelling ambitions.
     
    'You really want this many?' The newsagent looked
dubiously at Angel as he counted out ten copies of The Sun . Angel nodded, trying to be casual. 'Yeah,
someone I know is in it,' she said, all the while
trying to contain her excitement. As soon as she got
out of the shop she opened the paper at Page 3.
Her first ever photo shoot in a national paper. She
couldn't move for a minute, spellbound by her own
picture. She laughed delightedly as she raced back
to show Gemma. They spread the paper out on the
living-room carpet, alternately staring at the
pictures of Angel and laughing hysterically.
    'I can't believe it's you!' Gemma kept saying.
    'I can't believe it's me either!' It just didn't seem
possible that she was in the paper and was going to
be looked at by millions of people! Gemma wanted
her to take the day off so they could celebrate, but
Angel had several castings in London, which she
knew she couldn't miss. Reluctantly, she got her
things together and headed off to the station. On
the train her thoughts turned to Cal. She wondered
if he had seen her picture and, if he had, what did
he think? Would he see what she so wanted him
to – that the girl from Brighton was now a woman?
    It had been two months since she'd said goodbye
to him but her feelings for him hadn't changed. She
still wanted him, still loved him. He was in regular
contact with Tony and her dad – they had both
been up to watch him play for Chelsea reserves last
night, but he hadn't asked Angel. All she knew was
that his football career was going from strength to
strength and he was still with Mel. According to the
local gossip grapevine, she was desperate for him to
ask her to move in with him in London and so far
he hadn't.

Chapter 5
London Calling
    My first house , Angel thought happily as she padded
around the tiny one-bedroom flat in Belsize Park in
North London, putting up photographs of her and
Gemma in an attempt to make it feel more like
home. She was renting the flat from Carrie, who
had offered her a very reasonable arrangement,
because although her modelling career was starting
to take off, she was hardly loaded. Her mum hadn't
wanted her to go and had begged her to stay but
Angel's mind was made up. It was time for a change
and she had to seize the