Chapter Four – SimoneSimone Martin was effortlessly stylish. Even when out sitting on the grass in her denim jeans and t-shirt, she looked the pinnacle of chic, casually adding a silk scarf or a pair of kitten heels to her outfit, Simone was the stereo-typical French woman. She was proud of her heritage and spoke with a soft accent, one that had its origins in rural Provence, always maintaining a slight aloofness but still managing to tantalise and seduce those around her.
Sheila Hannigan was, very naturally, in awe of Simone. But it didn't matter how hard she tried to imitate the European woman's style, the result never quite had the same impact as her jeans were a little too tight and her stomach bulged slightly, giving the resemblance of a rounded muffin. There was a certain finesse th
