Chapter One âWhy do you bother going on holidays with Melissa Harris? Sheâs such a cow. She only uses you, you know,â Denise Mason said crossly. She ate some chicken korma and took a sip of white wine. Sophie glared at her sister. âSheâs not that bad!â she snapped. She dipped a piece of naan bread into her tikka sauce. She was annoyed and did not try to hide it. âOh come on, Sophie, sheâs a walking cow. She always has been. She drops you like a hot potato as soon as thereâsa bloke on the scene. Then you donât see her for dust until sheâs been dumped. When she needs a shoulder to cry on sheâs back in double-quick time.â Sophie made a face. âStop giving out.â âIâm not giving out,â Denise said. âIâm just telling you things for your own good. Youâre too soft with her. You always have been. Itâs time you told her where to get off. âRemember last year? You were supposed to go on holidays with her. She dropped you at the last minute because she met Mister Wonderful. She took off to Spain with him. What kind of a so-called friend is that?â Denise pronged a stuffed mushroom and ate it with relish. Sophie looked at her younger sister with envy. Denise could eat and drink all round her. She never put on anounce. Sophie would be up two pounds at least on the scales after this pig-out. âWhat happened to Mister Wonderful anyway?â Denise topped up their wineglasses. âI thought they were going back to Spain this year.â âShe found out that he was two-timing her. Sheâs in bits. Really she is, Denise. Iâve never seen her this bad,â Sophie said earnestly. âShe was crazy about Tony. Nuts about him. He was the love of her life.â âDonât be daft, Sophie!â Denise scoffed. âHow could he be the love of her life? Sheâs so much in love with herself, thereâs no room for anyone else.â âOh leave her alone,â Sophie muttered. âWell I would have told her where to get off if she had asked me to go on holidays with only a weekâs notice. Iwould have said no,â Denise retorted, helping herself to some of the aloo saag. âSheâs using you. Canât you see that?â Itâs all right for you , Sophie thought glumly. She studied her bright-eyed, well-groomed, very confident younger sister. Denise had friends to beat the band. Men fell over themselves trying to get a date with her. She breezed through life with not a care in the world. She was very much the woman about town. She worked in the PR department of a large publishing company. At the age of twenty-two, Denise drove her own company car. Sophie was two years older. She drove an old Fiesta that sheâd had for the last four years. She was a childrenâs nurse. While she enjoyed her job, she felt that her life lacked the glamour and excitement of her sisterâs. Her two closest friends had gotmarried within six months of each other. In the last two years sheâd had no one to go on holidays with. The idea of going on a singles holiday filled her with dread. So she had taken up the offer of two weeks in Majorca with Melissa Harris â much to her sisterâs annoyance. Sophie sighed and took a slug of her Australian wine. The Indian meal sheâd been looking forward to with Denise was turning into a lecture. The only fights she ever had with Denise were over Melissa Harris. Denise and Melissa had never got on. They never would. It made life very difficult sometimes â like right now. She drank some more wine while Denise kept on and on about what a user Melissa was. She remembered something her father used to say when she was small: âThe truth always hurts.â She didnât likewhen Denise called Melissa a user. Because if Melissa was a user, Sophie was the one being used. And no one liked to feel they were being