‘What does she have to be insecure about?’ The words left my mouth before I could help myself.
He looked almost amused. ‘You’d be surprised,’ he said. ‘Girls like Lissa trade on their looks for so long they don’t think they have anything else. Actually, I’m being unfair. She’s good with stuff. Things – clothes, interiors. She can make things look beautiful.’
I fought the urge to say anyone could make things look beautiful if they had a wallet as deep as a diamond mine.
‘She could move a few things around in a room, and it would look completely different. I never could work out how she did it.’ He nodded towards the house. ‘She did this annexe, when I first moved in.’
I found myself reviewing the perfectly designed living room. I realized my admiration of it was suddenly slightly less u
