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‘You’ll consult with someone who’ll help you improve your appearance and make the most of your better features.’
    Jessica drew herself up straighter in the chair, determined to be resilient in the face of his assertion. ‘You have a direct line to a Fairy Godmother with a magic wand?’
    ‘Better than that, I have an open cheque book. How else do you think I’ve hired investigators and obtained information so quickly? Money makes things happen.’
    Her pent-up breath released in a rush. The man didn’t even realise how insulting his words were. Okay, maybe it would take limitless money to make her look half decent, but it was the height of rudeness and insensitivity to point it out to her.
    ‘I’m under no illusions about my looks, Mr Garcia, nor will I use the obviously vast sums of your money it would take to have a decent makeover. I have no wish to look any different than I do now.’
    Liar! Her inner voice taunted. You’re afraid to take a chance and end up being disappointed with the result.
    She’d seen a counsellor when it became obvious her marriage wasn’t working. Her appearance was one area the counsellor had tried to touch on and one of the areas Jessica had refused to discuss.
    ‘You’ll thank me once a consultant has been allowed to transform you.’
    She held her head high. ‘I realise you probably move in exalted circles with all the fashionable people in the world. I’m unsuitable for the role you’re suggesting.’
    ‘I —’
    ‘My appearance doesn’t make me any less worthy than others.’
    The harsh tone of the Spanish words he uttered, and the fury in his expression, made her believe he was cursing profanely. Despite being fairly fluent in Spanish, she’d never come across those words before!
    ‘Why the hell would you want to continue looking so drab?’ he demanded in English.
    Her lips parted, surprised at the vehemence of his attack. ‘You’re so insensitive! You’re trying to get me to do something you want and yet you insult me at every turn. Not exactly what I’d recommend to win friends and influence people!’
    ‘You disagree with my assessment?’
    She expelled a breath of sheer incredulity. ‘No. I don’t. I think you’re rude to point it out when clearly I was born this way.’
    ‘Bullshit! You were born with the most incredible eyes I’ve ever seen and yet you hide them behind those ugly glasses. Why would you do that? Who the hell gave you such a complex about your appearance?’ he demanded.
    A bitter laugh escaped through her dry throat. ‘Let’s not go there, or we’ll be here all night.’
    The list was endless. It had started in the playground and been reinforced by her mother who’d told her not to try to make anything of her looks.
    It had continued all through school and she hadn’t even been able to get a date for her school formal. Then, at the event, she was excited beyond belief when the coolest, best looking boy in the year had asked her to dance. He was the boy she’d mooned over and been infatuated with for years.
    She’d taken his hand, thrilling to his touch and almost hyperventilating, but he hadn’t started dancing with her. He’d led her to a spot and told her to wait right there and he’d be back. She’d waited for a few minutes, not realising she stood directly under a bucket of sour milk. Almost the entire student group was in on the ‘joke’.
    The ‘cool’ boy had called out across the room, ‘Hey Jessica, just grab the blue streamer, would you?’
    Of course she’d done it. She would’ve done a handstand naked in the middle of the dance floor had he asked her to, because she’d been completely in his thrall.  She’d had no idea the streamer was attached to a bucket. The foul-smelling contents had streamed right down on her head.
    The distressing memories were part of her private hell. Jett’s treatment of her during their marriage had been the final straw, yet somehow instead of breaking her, she’d finally