CHAPTER Twenty-Two
JUST AS ZOE’S taxi pulled up at the London hotel where they were staying she spotted Cher getting out of another one. She too had a lot of luggage, which took some time to get on to the pavement. When they’d both emptied their taxis Zoe looked up. Cher saw her and smiled.
‘Hiya!’ she said, unusually friendly. She was looking slightly odd. Zoe wondered if she’d done something to herself while they’d been at home but couldn’t work out what.
‘Hello! How are you?’
‘Great, thanks.’ She flicked her hair back over her shoulders; it was even longer, blonder and more streaked than ever. Then Zoe realised what was odd about her. Cher had had Botox. Her forehead, revealed by her new style, was smooth as paper.
Someone from the television company came up. ‘Have you got your perishables there, girls?’ he said. ‘I’ll take them out of the way for you.’
Handing them over took a little time but at last elegantly uniformed commissionaires took their cases and they went into the hotel.
Free of baggage apart from a handbag big enough to house a medium-sized poodle, Cher gushed all over again. ‘Darling! Love the hair!’ she said, kissing the air by Zoe’s shoulder. ‘You look like Amélie, sort of French.’
Zoe kissed Cher back and got a face full of extensions. ‘Thank you! That was the idea. You look fab as usual. Fabber, maybe.’ Cher was one of those irritating women who could really make a fake tan work. She was neither orange nor streaky.
‘Thanks! I’ve been in the Maldives, working on my tan, and my celebration dinner of course.’ Her laugh tinkled merrily, somehow turning this into a lie. ‘But also getting a bit of R. and R. I’ve got loads to tell you,’ she went on. ‘Let’s hope our suites are next door to each other!’
‘Suites? Amazing!’ said Zoe, suddenly yearning for a Travelodge, on her own.
‘Yes, apparently there’s a big deal going on between the hotel chain and the TV company. My uncle told me all about it. It’s what he does.’
‘If you two ladies would like to travel up in the lift together,’ said a bell boy, ‘the luggage will come up separately.’
‘Fine!’ said Cher. And as they travelled up in the mirrored, marble lift together, she mouthed to Zoe: ‘Cute!’ Zoe had to agree the bell boy was cute, but he could also see Cher mouthing so she didn’t comment.
‘Tell you what,’ said Cher as she was taken to her door, ‘let’s get unpacked and then you come to mine and we’ll assault the mini-bar. It’s all paid for!’
‘What time do they want us for the photo shoot? Didn’t they say downstairs in the lobby for six?’ Zoe knew perfectly well they did but wanted Cher to decide for herself that they’d need every second of the intervening time to get ready. She didn’t want to get drunk with Cher first. It was not a hen night.
‘We’ll have time for a quick one. Nice to be relaxed for the photo shoot. We don’t want to look like rabbits caught in the headlights, do we?’ The implication was that only one of them was in danger of looking like that and it wasn’t her.
‘OK. I’ll come to your room at quarter to. We’ll be doing our own make-up, won’t we?’ Before Cher could answer, Zoe shot along the corridor as if desperate to get her eyelash curlers out.
Cher had ordered a bottle of champagne from room service, and handed Zoe a glass the moment she got through the door. ‘Here, have this. You and me need to have a talk.’
Although Cher was being just as friendly as before, Zoe felt suddenly chilled. Maybe it was just the air-conditioning that was up a bit high.
Cher opened her laptop. ‘I want you to look at some pictures.’
Zoe sipped her champagne, wondering if there was really time for ‘me looking amazing on a beach’ photographs.
Cher placed an elegant, French-manicured finger on the trackpad and a picture filled the screen. ‘I took these on my mobile, so they’re not great, but I think they’re clear enough, don’t you?’
Zoe peered at the screen. It seemed to be a weird close-up from a Ray Mears programme. Then she recognised her fleece. A second later she saw Gideon. They were kissing.
Several more photos of the same subject followed.
‘There!’ said Cher. ‘What do you think?’
Zoe felt sick. Her knees failed her and she sank on to the sofa. A gulp of champagne didn’t really help. What could she possibly say?
She fell back on trivialities. ‘God! My hair! Did I really go round looking like that?’ She was playing for time and was quite pleased with her effort.
‘Never thought I’d say this, but it’s not your hair you should be worrying about, sweetie.’
‘You think I have a bit of a muffin top going on?’
Cher shook her head, pretending to be sad. ‘It’s who you’re kissing. Gideon. A judge. What you’re looking at is a major scandal. And not just your hair.’
Zoe clutched her glass as if it could somehow save her. She had a feeling Cher knew exactly what she was going to say next.
‘So?’ Cher looked at her with her head on one side.
Zoe shrugged. ‘What do you want me to do about it?’
‘Simple. Don’t win the competition.’
‘Cher! I’m not likely to! There are people better than me in it. You might win!’
‘I might and I want to increase my chances. You’re the one they’re saying is tipped for the top. Not because of your cooking,’ she sneered as if Zoe’s cooking was beneath contempt, ‘but because of your “general ability to cope in a crisis.” I told you, I know all about it. So I want you out. These pictures are going to help.’
‘Supposing I say I don’t care? Supposing I say “publish and be damned”?’
Cher might not have got the Duke of Wellington quote but it didn’t seem to matter. ‘Listen, you can say to hell with it, and not care if you don’t win. But if the show is tarnished with this sodding great scandal, it won’t only affect you, it’ll affect everyone and Gideon won’t work in television again. His career?’ She made a gesture with her hand nosediving towards the floor. ‘Like that. You have to screw your chances of winning.’
‘I could just pull out?’ Somehow the thought of not giving it her best shot was far worse than not competing, although that was fairly dreadful. She’d worked so hard.
Cher shook her head. ‘No. The reasons will get out and the results will be the same. You just have to cook badly so you don’t win. Shouldn’t be too difficult.’ Cher giggled. ‘You might even do it without trying!’
This seemed like a lifeline. ‘I may not win—’
Cher shook her head. ‘No. You have to make absolutely certain you don’t win. You’ve got to ruin a dish. I want your reputation as a cook shattered, on television, in public. It’s only what you deserve.’
Zoe drew breath to protest but Cher held up a hand.
‘No! You slept with a judge! That is wrong on so many levels. You have to make sure you don’t gain from it.’
Zoe didn’t feel she could protest that the pictures of them kissing didn’t mean she had slept with him. It was irrelevant and, anyway, she had slept with him. ‘Just tell me, you seem to know everything, did you ever get the impression that Gideon favoured me over the rest of you?’
Cher’s little shrug told Zoe what she wanted to know. ‘I’m not saying that, but he might have done. And sleeping with him is still wrong. You must see that.’
Zoe was silent. She’d always known that sleeping with Gideon was wrong, and yet the reality was that, even now, there was nothing she would have done differently.
‘So you agree?’ Cher might have been getting Zoe to agree which nightclub they should go to first.
Zoe nodded. She didn’t know what else to do.
‘Then cheers!’ Cher refilled both glasses. ‘It’s going to be a great night!’
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