‘Leo, I don’t want designer clothes, or to be on Galen’s account. I have my own money. I just want a friend to come shopping with me.’
‘Shopping?’ Leo gaped.
‘Yes,’ Roula said. ‘I don’t know where to start, Leo, and I don’t know what I want...’ Oh, yes, she did. ‘I want to reinvent myself.’
‘A new Roula?’
‘Yes.’
A tougher Roula.
A more ruthless Roula.
One who allowed no one in!
There was just one teeny issue with her plans...
Roula loved Galen.
Always had.