Angel Uncovered by Katie Price Page B

such a failure, aren't I?'
she cried out.
    'Angel, you are a good mother but you're ill, you need
help. You will get better then,' her mother reassured her,
stroking her hair as Angel wept with pain and relief that
finally her secret was out.
    The next few hours were like a blur. Angel felt
overcome with emotion, but inside there was a spark of
hope. She knew now that she wasn't mad, that she would
get better. She talked to her mum for hours and by the
end had agreed to see her doctor the next day. But she
made Michelle promise not to tell anyone. 'I can't bother
Cal with this while he's so stressed about the World Cup,'
she insisted. 'I can't distract him. I've got to get through
this on my own.'

Chapter 4
The Distance Between Us . . .
    'Darling, welcome back to the wonderful world of work!'
Jez exclaimed as Angel walked into the dressing room
where he and Gemma were busy getting out the tools of
their trade. It was the morning of a shoot for Loaded, where Angel was supposed to show that despite being a
mum she was still Britain's hottest glamour girl. 'I've got
you a large builder's tea, bacon sarnie, chocolate croissant
and freshly squeezed orange juice. See, I remembered all
your fave things.'
    'Thanks, Jez, but you're not going to believe this . . .
I'm not hungry,' Angel replied, flopping down on the
chair in front of the mirror. Usually before a shoot she
would have liked nothing better than the food Jez had
bought. 'I feel too nervous to eat. Perhaps I haven't got
what it takes anymore?'
    She had always been confident about her modelling, a
complete natural in front of the camera, but say she had
lost it? She didn't take anything for granted about her life
anymore, though thank God she was feeling so much
better after seeing her GP and being prescribed antidepressants.
He had warned her that they weren't a
quick fix and that she would need therapy as well. She
didn't feel quite back to her usual self, but most of the
darkness had lifted and she no longer felt imprisoned by
a terrible sense of failure and anxiety. She knew there was
some way to go but at least she wasn't totally alone now.
    'Don't be ridiculous!' Jez declared, scandalised. 'You're
going to be fantastic, especially when Gemma and I have
finished with you!'
    'Oh, 'course you haven't lost it, Angel,' Gemma told
her, giving her a sympathetic hug. 'Come on, I'll get
started.'
    While Gemma applied foundation to Angel's skin,
Sabrina, the magazine's stylist came into the dressing
room. She and Angel had already spoken about the look
of the shoot and Angel had said that she wanted to be,
'Pinked out to the max!' Sabrina had clearly taken her
wishes on board because when she opened a large suitcase
it was like gazing into a pink paradise. Angel smiled
as Sabrina began pulling out hot pink bikinis, baby pink
bras and thongs, knee-high pale pink suede boots, pink
diamante sandals and armfuls of fake bling.
    'What do you want to start with, Angel?' she asked.
    Angel liked her; they'd worked together before and
Sabrina always listened to Angel's ideas, which wasn't
true of some of the stylists she'd had.
    Angel considered the pile of lingerie. 'I think I'll go for
the bra and thong with the suede boots and that long
diamante chain.'
    'How do you want your hair, darling?' Jez asked.
    'Let's start with it in a really sleek pony tail,' Angel
replied confidently, sure that would look good. Perhaps
she hadn't lost her touch after all.
    It took an hour to get her ready – both Gemma and Jez
were complete perfectionists about their work and always
took their time. As she watched herself being transformed
into Angel the glamour model, with dark smoky eye
shadow, long lashes and bubble gum pink glossed lips, she
felt her old confidence return. By the time she had put on
the lingerie and boots, she felt ready for action.
    Sabrina handed her a white towelling robe and they all
made their way to the studio where Aidan the photographer
was setting up the camera and his