chiselled manliness of Rex Hunter, she resolved that PR had in fact been her true calling all along.
Standing at the mirror now, she checked out her lean svelte figure in her simple black polo-necked dress. A minimiser bra was doing its best to ensure her bosom wouldn’t ruin the streamlined silhouette. She arranged her beret at a jaunty angle over her tawny cropped hair. She wondered if she shared the same natural hair colour as her sister, and realised she couldn’t actually remember a time when Tiger didn’t have her immaculately dyed powder-pink curls. In fact their dearly departed mum and dad hadn’t kept pictures of Tiger past her baby years. They had always claimed Tiger didn’t like to be photographed because she wore an eyepatch for a squint for years. A pirate for a sister? Seemed unlikely to Sienna.
Sadly she didn’t remember her Grandma Coco – shehad only been four when she passed away – so Sienna had been too young for the experience of family stories anyway. Besides, dad had always enigmatically claimed that Grandma was unsuitable to be around children. It had been Tiger who had told Sienna about Coco having been a burlesque star. How typical, Sienna had thought spitefully when she found out; typical that Tiger wasn’t even being original with her precious job; she was just copying their Grandma! As Sienna now carefully arranged her short hair under her beret, she wondered if Tiger had matching collar and cuffs, having a good snigger to herself at the thought of a pink muff, before concluding that if she knew anything about Tiger’s attention to detail, it was a given that
everything
matched.
‘… Tiger Starr brought the West End to a standstill last night with the opening of her new show
My Bare Lady
. Celebrity pals arrived in droves to cheer on the stunning Miss Starr …’ The strains of the breakfast television news permeated the bedroom.
Oh bugger off, thought Sienna, suddenly annoyed that her sister was managing to invade her morning without even trying.
‘… roadblock outside the Savoy as Miss Starr eventually left in her limousine having stayed after the show to sign autographs for her legions of fans. We leave you with a clip of last night’s scene. I’m Emma Woods, and you’re watching EMTV Entertainment News.’
Oh go on then, let’s see her prancing on telly, thoughtSienna, suddenly compelled to watch. There before her eyes was her sister, beaming from the screen, her face lit up with a thousand flashbulbs as she exited the theatre in exquisitely body-hugging vintage Mugler, flanked by the latest hot-young-thing actors. Immediately Sienna turned sour, soaking up the scene unfolding on the small screen. Dammit, if only she’d hung out at the Savoy and walked out on her sister’s arm, instead of being made to escort the boring bloody critics out the tradesman’s entrance, she thought. That should be Sienna Starr up there on that screen. ‘Aaaand thank you, Emma, wish I’d been there myself!’ The anchorman rudely interrupted Sienna’s trance.
‘And now for the sporting news. Wayne Rooney was the man of the hour when—’
Sienna flicked off the telly and sank to the floor in a sulk. Suddenly she didn’t feel like such a
femme fatale
in her outfit. Who was she trying to kid anyway? She would always be known as ‘Tiger’s-Little-Sister’. Ironic, considering she was two inches taller than Tiger. Her gawkiness had always been a sore point for Sienna. All the girls in sixth form had literally clamoured to meet her glamour-puss sister whenever she visited Sienna, and afterwards the girls would taunt Sienna for being the clumsy, gangly top-heavy sidekick. Sidekick indeed! Tiger had to spend quite a bit of time encouraging Sienna to see all the good points of her physique, to embrace her blossoming bosom. But as far as Sienna was concerned, the taunts were all Tiger’s fault in the first place; if she wasn’t so much morebeautiful, and so
nice
, people would prefer
Standing at the mirror now, she checked out her lean svelte figure in her simple black polo-necked dress. A minimiser bra was doing its best to ensure her bosom wouldn’t ruin the streamlined silhouette. She arranged her beret at a jaunty angle over her tawny cropped hair. She wondered if she shared the same natural hair colour as her sister, and realised she couldn’t actually remember a time when Tiger didn’t have her immaculately dyed powder-pink curls. In fact their dearly departed mum and dad hadn’t kept pictures of Tiger past her baby years. They had always claimed Tiger didn’t like to be photographed because she wore an eyepatch for a squint for years. A pirate for a sister? Seemed unlikely to Sienna.
Sadly she didn’t remember her Grandma Coco – shehad only been four when she passed away – so Sienna had been too young for the experience of family stories anyway. Besides, dad had always enigmatically claimed that Grandma was unsuitable to be around children. It had been Tiger who had told Sienna about Coco having been a burlesque star. How typical, Sienna had thought spitefully when she found out; typical that Tiger wasn’t even being original with her precious job; she was just copying their Grandma! As Sienna now carefully arranged her short hair under her beret, she wondered if Tiger had matching collar and cuffs, having a good snigger to herself at the thought of a pink muff, before concluding that if she knew anything about Tiger’s attention to detail, it was a given that
everything
matched.
‘… Tiger Starr brought the West End to a standstill last night with the opening of her new show
My Bare Lady
. Celebrity pals arrived in droves to cheer on the stunning Miss Starr …’ The strains of the breakfast television news permeated the bedroom.
Oh bugger off, thought Sienna, suddenly annoyed that her sister was managing to invade her morning without even trying.
‘… roadblock outside the Savoy as Miss Starr eventually left in her limousine having stayed after the show to sign autographs for her legions of fans. We leave you with a clip of last night’s scene. I’m Emma Woods, and you’re watching EMTV Entertainment News.’
Oh go on then, let’s see her prancing on telly, thoughtSienna, suddenly compelled to watch. There before her eyes was her sister, beaming from the screen, her face lit up with a thousand flashbulbs as she exited the theatre in exquisitely body-hugging vintage Mugler, flanked by the latest hot-young-thing actors. Immediately Sienna turned sour, soaking up the scene unfolding on the small screen. Dammit, if only she’d hung out at the Savoy and walked out on her sister’s arm, instead of being made to escort the boring bloody critics out the tradesman’s entrance, she thought. That should be Sienna Starr up there on that screen. ‘Aaaand thank you, Emma, wish I’d been there myself!’ The anchorman rudely interrupted Sienna’s trance.
‘And now for the sporting news. Wayne Rooney was the man of the hour when—’
Sienna flicked off the telly and sank to the floor in a sulk. Suddenly she didn’t feel like such a
femme fatale
in her outfit. Who was she trying to kid anyway? She would always be known as ‘Tiger’s-Little-Sister’. Ironic, considering she was two inches taller than Tiger. Her gawkiness had always been a sore point for Sienna. All the girls in sixth form had literally clamoured to meet her glamour-puss sister whenever she visited Sienna, and afterwards the girls would taunt Sienna for being the clumsy, gangly top-heavy sidekick. Sidekick indeed! Tiger had to spend quite a bit of time encouraging Sienna to see all the good points of her physique, to embrace her blossoming bosom. But as far as Sienna was concerned, the taunts were all Tiger’s fault in the first place; if she wasn’t so much morebeautiful, and so
nice
, people would prefer
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