32

Star

“H oly Mother of God!” Rosa says, her eyes as big as saucers, when I meet her in the hallway. “And he bought the house next door for his staff,” I whisper.

“Now why can’t I find a man like that for me?” she says with a dramatic sigh. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.”

I take her to my room and she lays the zipped up clothes carrier on the bed and looks around her. “So: this is how the super-rich live.”

“The weird thing is all this doesn’t attract me at all. I’ve never wanted this. I still don’t. I want a nice house, a family, and a man who loves me to death.”

“Well, why can’t you have that and this?”

“I think when you have this much money you think you deserve more than one woman. There’s so much choice. So many women throwing themselves at you. It must take a saint to say no.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I can totally rock being with a billionaire. So many people to boss around. Delicious.”

I laugh. “God, you’re bad enough at Christmas when you sit there with a mug of tea like a Queen