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effort to keep your husband interested. You wear revealing designer clothes and get manicures and pedicures and funny face treatments that freeze your face. You get your eyebrows over-plucked, your eyelashes tinted, and you always wear full make-up, even when you go to bed, because you can’t stand the thought of your husband seeing the “unpolished” you,’ Aaron exclaimed. God, Ella thought. He was intense.
    ‘You go to the gym five times a week and lose your curves in an effort to stay thin, you get your pussy waxed to nothing, and you get boob jobs, your bum bleached, and shiny white veneers.’ Aaron’s eyes flashed angrily, and Ella tried not to flinch at his language. Truly, he could be disgusting.
    ‘But Aaron, I hardly do any of those things, and I’m not about to start,’ Ella said, hoping she sounded stronger than she felt. Nobody dared talk back to Aaron Kohle, ever. He was a former boxer and he looked like it. ‘I know that Danny won’t leave me or stray – we both know he wouldn’t – so why would I do any of those things?’
    ‘Exactly!’ Aaron practically yelled. ‘Why would you? So why are you dressing like Chastity? Why are you already conforming to type?’
    Ella looked down at her outfit. Okay, so the dress was slightly revealing, and her Louboutins were quite high for an afternoon of doing practically nothing, but so what? She wanted to look nice for her husband, and prove she was a good enough wife for him. She wasn’t going to extremes.
    ‘I didn’t think I was,’ Ella said eventually. ‘I just thought it was a nice dress.’
    ‘Ella, think about it. If you’re married to a footballer, if you’re a WAG, people don’t take you seriously. You’re seen as a shopaholic who doesn’t have a proper career and whiles away her days spending ridiculous amounts of money and getting beauty treatments. People think WAGs are a joke, and to a point, they’re right. Why should women who are married to footballers be famous? What have they ever done to get that sort of attention?’
    Ella frowned. She didn’t know what to say. She’d never thought badly of WAGs – in fact, when she was going out with Fin she used to love reading about them in trashy magazines – but she also knew he had a point. WAGs were thought of quite badly. He was right.
    ‘Sweetheart, I don’t want people to ever think badly of you – not when you and Danny make such a good couple, and, more importantly, when Danny is teetering on the edge of being one of the all-time greats.’
    ‘So what are you suggesting?’
    ‘I want to make you the anti-WAG,’ Aaron said triumphantly, and Ella could have laughed out loud. What was he on about?
    ‘I want you to lose the bimbo image you’re starting to unconsciously adopt. You’re not stupid – I heard you ran your own little cake business a while ago – and I want to make you classy, respected, and someone who has every right to be famous . . . and not just famous because they’re married to a footballer. I’m thinking Princess Diana meets Carla Bruni-Sarkozy meets Michelle Obama. I want to make you a role model.’
    Ella’s eyes widened. ‘You sound like a fairy godmother,’ she said, and as Aaron sat down she relaxed. She could handle the calm version of Aaron, coarse and crude as he was, but she felt a little freaked out by the manic side of him. ‘But why would you do this for me? I don’t understand.’
    Aaron shot her a big, wolfish grin – one that showed off his perfect teeth. ‘I’m doing this for my career, and for Danny’s. Like I said earlier, I want Danny to be bigger than David Beckham, and everything needs to be in place to do that. He has the dream house, and a gorgeous wife, but darling – and excuse me for saying this – you’re lacking ever so slightly. You’re a beautiful girl with a great body, but that’s all people know about you. I want to make you so dazzling, so incredible, that it will reflect well on Danny. It’s my job to