CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Trixie flicked through the magazine for the seventieth time, “I just can’t believe it. My own daughters. Famous,” she giggled.
“ We’re hardly famous, Mum. We’re just in a magazine, that’s all.”
“ In the magazine, Aggie. This is the best-selling women’s magazine in the UK.”
“ You’re just reading what it says on the cover. It’s only the best-selling magazine to women in their twenties and thirties.”
“ Yes and that’s huge,” Trixie exclaimed. “And you’ve got a four-page spread. It’s incredible. And look at these photos of you in the pyjamas. You all look so beautiful.”
“ It is pretty cool,” Aggie agreed. “It was a fun interview to do. Emily Franks was lovely as was her photographer, Julie, I think her name was.”
“ I’m pleased you told t
