Chapter thirteen Natalie stood by herself on the terrace. Glass of champagne in hand, she looked like she was just...

Chapter twelve Juan Carlos arrived at Francine’s apartment in a burnt orange Aston Martin. The roof was down allowing the...

Chapter eleven Everyone has words they love, and words they hate. There is however, one phrase that perplexes me. That...

Chapter ten Pippa looked at the policeman. She had expected him to reveal details of underage drinking exploits, or perhaps...

Chapter nine Molly was possibly the only person looking forward to Esmerelda Pilkington’s party. This was in no small part...

Chapter eight Natalie didn’t really know Esmerelda very well, so she was slightly surprised to receive an invitation to Esmerelda’s...

Chapter seven Parties were meant to be fun, Francine thought as she flicked through the dresses on her ‘Summer Cocktail’...

Chapter six The doorbell rang again. This time an insistent buzz of a finger exerting a bit more pressure than...

Chapter five Being a designer has a lot of perks. Most people would think they involve free furniture or trips...

Chapter four The sun shimmered across the water, a ripple of pale peach in lavender. St Aubin’s Bay was at...