13

When Vanessa came round to pick up her meagre supply of make up, she noticed the fancy bags that were sat in the side of my room. I cursed myself for not moving them out of sight.

“What the…” She said open mouthed as she began rifling through the bags.

I attempted to drag them away from her, but Vanessa had already seen enough to be able to question me.

She placed one hand on her slender hip. “So, are you going to tell me what all this is about? And don’t tell me you’ve bought this with money that your mum has leant you.”

I sighed. “Mr Stone bought them for me. He wasn’t happy with my last attempt at getting clothes for the office.”

Vanessa raised her eyebrow. “Since when does he have a say in your wardrobe choices?”

I didn’t answer and she glanced back at the bags. “Rosie…this stuff is really expensive. This must have cost over a grand…”