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clothes.’
    ‘Well, if you ever decide to make a career for yourself, you could definitely work as a stylist,’ Tatiana said. ‘Or even a personal shopper.’
    ‘Really?’ Ella said in delight. Okay, so she’d always dreamed of making it as an entrepreneur, but it was cool that a fashion editor thought she was good enough to make a career for herself in clothes.
    Tatiana laughed. ‘Well, if you weren’t married to Danny Riding, you could. I can’t imagine getting a job would ever be good for your reputation, or his. People would think Danny wasn’t earning enough.’
    Ella concentrated hard on ensuring her smile didn’t fade away. Tatiana was right, of course. Who needed a job, or a business to call one’s own, when you were married to one of the top footballers in the country? Working in fashion was just something Ella had to do for the Riding ‘brand’, and even though she’d enjoyed it, she knew she’d never be able make a career for herself out of fashion, or anything else. She’d promised Danny that she’d be there for him, that she’d play a supporting role in his career.
    She tried not to wonder if in making that decision she’d also made a mistake.

Chapter Four
    ‘It was so brilliant!’ Ella exclaimed happily, as she recounted the day before over dinner with her husband. ‘I got to put together a couple of designer outfits, and then I spent the whole day modelling them. Tatiana, the fashion editor for the magazine, said if I wanted to, I could probably work as a stylist. She thinks I have a really good eye for it.’
    Danny forked a piece of fresh pasta into his mouth and smiled. ‘Babes, that’s fantastic. I’m so pleased you loved it. Aaron wasn’t sure if you were going to get on with it. He suggested you’d be more comfortable on a less highbrow magazine, but I knew you’d enjoy it. The feedback Aaron had was really good, too, and he’s already had preliminary talks with the magazine about getting you to do it more often – when we need a bit of a PR boost.’
    ‘That would be amazing.’ Ella smiled. ‘Putting together outfits and modelling just felt so natural. Deep down I know it’s not something I could make a career out of, and because of that it felt so different to running Sweet Dreams – I didn’t have to worry about profit margins, or food measurements, or distribution points . . . all I had to do was put some clothes together and model them. It didn’t even feel like work because it was so much fun. Does that make sense?’
    Danny nodded. ‘It’s how I feel when I’m on the pitch. When we’re doing training sessions it can be bloody hard graft, but it’s worth it when we’re playing and thousands of people are chanting our names. When we win a game it’s indescribable. It’s that adrenaline – that addictive buzz of performing and being the best you can be – that keeps us hooked. I can’t imagine doing anything else.’
    Ella and Danny beamed at each other across the table. They didn’t just understand each other, they got each other, and that was what marriage was all about.
    ‘God, if I got to hang out at Cerise a bit more I’d be over the moon,’ Ella continued. ‘I know I don’t want to start my own company again, but I want to use my brain a bit more. I want to do something.’
    Danny took a sip of his orange juice and paused for a moment. ‘I’m glad you feel that way, but remember, you’re doing this stuff at Cerise for a reason – because it’s “strategic positioning” of our brand, or something . . . not because we’re pushing you to have a career on the side. And there’s something else Aaron wants you to do too. It’s kind of a big deal.’
    Ella put her fork down as she swallowed the last of her supper. ‘What is it?’
    ‘Well . . . The Sunday Times wants to do a profile piece on you. Really high end. It’s a great opportunity for you to talk about yourself and show how you’re of a different mould to the other