If The Dress Fits. Daisy James

it was the night we finally made it into the big time and my girlfriend wasn’t even there to share it with me. Oh, no, she had something much more important to do, like sewing sequins on some rich bitch’s dress!’

      ‘Well, I suppose now you are famous, that would put you in the same category as a rich bas… Where are you going?’

      ‘I’m leaving. You’ve done it. You should be able to recognise the signs.’

      Theo wrenched open the door so hard the bell jangled on its chain and came loose, dangling down into Callie’s face. She slammed the door behind him and reached up to drop the sneck, tossing the bell from her cheek like a recalcitrant fly, only for it to swing straight back and hit her in the nose. She flapped her hand at it again but it returned to give her a sharp and painful blow on the temple.

      Her eyes smarted with tears as Theo rolled his eyes at her through the glass and marched off to his battered old Saab.