Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Praise for Tess Stimson
- Dedication
- part one
- chapter 01
- chapter 02
- chapter 03
- chapter 04
- chapter 05
- chapter 06
- chapter 07
- chapter 08
- chapter 09
- chapter 10
- chapter 11
- chapter 12
- chapter 13
- chapter 14
- chapter 15
- chapter 16
- chapter 17
- chapter 18
- chapter 19
- chapter 20
- chapter 21
- chapter 22
- chapter 23
- chapter 24
- chapter 25
- chapter 26
- chapter 27
- chapter 28
- chapter 29
- chapter 30
- chapter 31
- chapter 32
- chapter 33
- chapter 34
- chapter 35
- chapter 36
- part two
- chapter 37
- chapter 38
- chapter 39
- chapter 40
- chapter 41
- chapter 42
- chapter 43
- chapter 44
- chapter 45
- chapter 46
- chapter 47
- chapter 48
- chapter 49
- part three
- chapter 50
- chapter 51
- chapter 52
- chapter 53
- chapter 54
- chapter 55
- chapter 56
- chapter 57
- chapter 58
- chapter 59
- chapter 60
- chapter 61
- chapter 62
- chapter 63
- chapter 64
- chapter 65
- chapter 66
- chapter 67
- chapter 68
- part four
- chapter 69
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
But she’d forgotten she was presenting a special swimwear programme today, part of the Morning Express ‘Real Women’ series. She agreed to model a one-piece swimsuit – she draws the line at a bikini on national television – so at least the marks on her stomach will be hidden. But she can’t do anything about the livid bruises on her arms and legs.
‘What on earth happened to you?’ her wardrobe stylist, Kym, exclaims when Stacey disrobes in her dressing room.
Stacey summons a rueful smile. ‘I tried out one of those electric bikes.’
‘Oh, my God! What happened?’
‘They go faster than you think. Don’t tell anyone – I feel silly enough as it is.’
‘Those things are a menace,’ Kym says, picking up her make-up brush. ‘My friend was working on America’s Got Talent when Simon Cowell came off one of those and broke his back. He couldn’t hardly walk for months.’
Stacey’s co-anchor, Brendan, is smug in his trendy board shorts and bare chest when she walks into the studio. He’s not part of the ‘Real Women’ segment, but he revels in his reputation as the housewives’ wet dream, and isn’t going to pass up an opportunity to show off his six-pack.
‘Nice outfit,’ he says, as she settles herself on the sofa and waits for the sound guy to mike her up. ‘Covers up the old mum-tum a treat.’
He knows how sensitive she is about her weight. Stacey’s battle with the bulge is familiar to viewers: they did a whole series around her ‘weight-loss journey’ a couple of years ago. Her personal ratings went through the roof. Thanks to her nutritionist and personal trainer, at thirty-eight she’s in better shape now than she’s ever been, but she’ll never have flat abs or a thigh-gap, because she’s not a pre-pubescent girl.
‘You’re gonna need to put on a shirt, Brendan,’ the sound man tells him. ‘I have to clip your mike to something.’
The floor manager is already counting down to record the trailer for the upcoming show. As soon as the light above the camera facing her blinks red, Stacey produces the warm, welcoming smile that’s endeared her to the nation.
‘Coming up in today’s show: the heartbreaking story of the “milk carton kids” who disappeared thirty years ago and never came home,’ she says.
‘And we meet the war hero defying the odds to parachute off Mount Everest,’ Brendan says.
‘Plus the latest in our series on Real Women: are any of us really “beach-body ready” and should we even be trying?’ Stacey asks. ‘All that and more in today’s Morning Express Show, coming up right after the news in your area.’