Frankie glared at her friend. Babs hadn’t changed since they’d first met in prison. Her mass of afro hair was exactly the same, her smile could still light up a room, and she was, unfortunately, still a bloody wind-up merchant.

‘Don’t start all that bollocks, ’cause I’m telling you now – see me? I’m never gonna marry anyone. All men are wankers, Babs. I hate ’em.’

Chapter Thirty-Two

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Georgie O’Hara put on her red low-cut top, wiggled her voluptuous hips and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her ripped jeans clung to her buttocks and legs like they were moulded to her skin and the new top she had bought yesterday showed off her fantastic cleavage, just as she’d known it would.

Most girls her age were still in bunches, playing with their dolls, but not Georgie. She was extremely aware of her sex appeal and, with her pretty face, long legs, mass of dark wavy hair and ample breasts, she looked more like an eighteen-year-old, rather than a young girl who had just entered her teenage years.

‘What you doin’ in there? I hope you’re not putting that crap on your face again,’ Alice shouted, banging on her granddaughter’s bedroom door.

Georgie quickly put on her black Puffa jacket and zipped it up to the neck. She checked that she had her make-up and compact mirror in her pocket, then flung open her bedroom door. ‘I told you, I threw the make-up away. If you don’t believe me, search my bloody room,’ she replied, her voice full of attitude.

Alice stared into her granddaughter’s fiery green eyes. When Georgie was angry, beauty shone from her like a beacon and her stunning looks worried Alice immensely. She was already a hit with the boys, especially that Ryan Maloney, who was always sniffing around.

‘You’re not too old for a cuddle, are you?’ Alice said, smiling. She hated rowing with Georgie, liked to keep the peace.

Georgie obediently put her arms around her nan’s plump body and hugged her lovingly. Unlike most of her friends’ nans who were ugly old bats, Alice was still quite attractive. She had stunning green eyes, which were enhanced by her jet-black, thick hair and Georgie was actually quite proud of her. The only thing that grated on her was that her nan still treated her like a little girl, and she was anything but.

‘What you up to today? Not going out with that boy again, are you?’ Alice asked worriedly.

Desperate to avoid the usual long-winded interrogation, Georgie decided to lie. ‘No, Nan. I’m goin’ pictures with Josie, and then I’m gonna go shopping with my birthday money.’