. . A week later Angel was settling into her luxurious suite in a five-star hotel at the exclusive Vale do Lobo resort in the Algarve, overlooking the glittering blue Mediterranean. But the stunning location meant nothing to Angel who was seriously pissed off. She had expected Cal to be there already but he'd just phoned to say he'd been delayed and wouldn't arrive until the next morning. 'God!' she exclaimed, throwing her mobile on the double bed in disgust. The only reason this trip had seemed bearable was because she'd be able to spend some time with Cal. Now she was faced with the prospect of a night out with the WAGs and their partners while she was unaccompanied. Just then there was a knock at the door. It was Candy, looking beach fit in a turquoise bikini, a matching sarong wrapped round her waist, and turquoise-coloured sunglasses. She clearly liked to accessorise. 'Hiya, I'm just off to the beach and wondered if you wanted to come?' 'Only if you promise we don't have to sit anywhere near Simone or Gabrielle,' Angel replied grimly.
