Santa Baby by Katie Price Page A

could do with chilling out more, and less of the telling her what to do.

Chapter 10
    THE FOLLOWING MORNING Tiffany was woken by her mobile ringing. It was her dad. Her very upset-sounding dad. ‘Why couldn’t you have told us first, Tiffany? Do you have any idea what a shock it was?’
    ‘What are you talking about, Dad?’ She reached for her watch. Eight o’clock.
    ‘I was just out on a job and one of the lads had a copy of the Sun . You’re on the front page.’
    Tiffany sat bolt upright. ‘What!’
    ‘It says that you’re Angel Summer’s half-sister. Is it true, Tiffany? Marie is in a right state, worrying about what people will say to Lily-Rose at school.’
    How the hell had the press found out?
    ‘I haven’t said anything to the press, Dad, and I didn’t want to tell you and Marie until I knew for sure.’ Tiffany quickly explained what had happened with Angel so far. She couldn’t believe that her decision not to tell her parents straight away had backfired so spectacularly. She had only ever wanted to protect her family. But by the end of her explanation she was relieved that he understood her reasoning.
    ‘Sorry, love, it was just such a shock seeing the story … I know you would never do anything to hurt us.’
    As soon as she got off the phone, after arranging to go and see her dad that afternoon, Tiffany selected Angel’s number. They had got on so well when they met. Was this going to ruin everything? She imagined how furious Angel would be that the story had got out. Tiffany simply had to let her know that she’d had nothing to do with it.
    Angel’s phone went straight to voice-mail and Tiffany could only leave a halting message.
    She was about to switch on her laptop and look up the story online when her doorbell rang. Imagining that it was most likely the postman at this time in the morning, Tiffany grabbed her robe and put it on over her Betty Boop PJs. She ran down the three flights of stairs to the front door. She got the shock of her life when she opened the door and was confronted by a horde of photographers crowding up the path, cameras aimed right at her.
    ‘Tiffany, is it true that you’re Angel’s sister?’ someone yelled out.
    For a second Tiffany was frozen to the spot as the cameras exploded in her face, then she slammed the door shut. Oh my God! First of all someone had quite possibly ruined any chance of her having a relationship with her sister, if Angel was her sister, and now she had been papped in her PJs! Without a scrap of make-up on! It reminded her of that comic scene in the film Notting Hill , when Hugh Grant opens the door to the paps, and then Rhys Ifans goes out and poses in his pants. But having it happen to her wasn’t funny and Tiffany didn’t feel at all like smiling. With a pounding heart, she went back upstairs and slammed her door shut.
    There were two missed calls on her phone but they were from withheld numbers. Knowing her luck, they would be from the press. There was nothing from Angel. Tiffany looked in the mirror. Her fringe was sticking up in all directions; eye make-up was smudged under her eyes as she hadn’t bothered to take it off the night before. Panda eyes, shiny face, bedraggled hair … It was even worse than she had thought.
    Twenty minutes later she was showered, dressed and made up, and now she had five missed calls on her mobile from unknown numbers, but still nothing from Angel. Kara had rung and left a message, but Tiffany didn’t want to speak to anyone until she knew what was going on with Angel. She sent Kara’s dad a text, apologising for the fact that she wouldn’t be able to come to work today. She half-thought about travelling down to Brighton and calling on Angel at home, but dismissed the thought as she didn’t know where Angel lived and nor did she want it to seem as if she was intruding. From the window of her studio flat she could see the front garden and it was still over-run with paps. She felt like a prisoner