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‘And who is going to pay you to do this?’
‘Duh! Companies, of course.’
‘And why are they going to choose you?’
She re-crossed her legs and struck a pose. ‘Because I’m Summer Foxbrooke. I’ve been building my brand and already have thirty-four thousand followers on Insta.’
‘Can’t you do thatandget a qualification? Have something to fall back on?’
‘I won’t need to. If it all goes wrong, I’ll just come back and live here.’
It was pointless arguing with her. Once his youngest sister had made up her mind, that was that. At least he wouldn’t have to pay her university costs anymore.
‘You’re sure about this? You’re not going back to Uni in September?’
‘Yep. I’m going to base myself in London.’
‘Where?’
‘Jasmine and I are going to get a flat.’
‘How are you going to afford it?’ he asked, now knowing exactly where this conversation was going.
‘I was, er, hoping you could keep helping me out?’
‘It’s not university.’
‘It’s the university of life?’
Henry rubbed his hand over his head and held her gaze.
‘Summer, I’ve spent the last eight years funding your education. It’s cost me hundreds of thousands of pounds, and I’m almost broke. I can’t keep going indefinitely.’
She glanced away and bit her lip. ‘But you’ve got loads of money.’
‘Do I? I’ve had the same car for five years, the same tiny flat for eight, and I never go on holiday. I only have nice clothes because Aunt Simone gives them to me in her attempts to bribe me to model for her.’
‘You should do it. If I was you, I would.’
He shook his head. ‘There’s more to life than looking pretty.’
She shrugged, clearly believing the opposite.
‘I’m sorry, Summer. You’ll have to ask Dad.’
She stood. ‘Fine,’ she huffed and flounced away without a second glance.
Henry took in her designer outfit as she left. He didn’t regret the money he’d spent, he just wished Summer hadn’t grown up so entitled.
16
Libby bounded off the bed at the knock on the bedroom door and flung it open.
‘Henry!’ She pulled him inside. ‘Oh my god, I know Rupert. We did a workshop for his company a couple of years ago. He recognised me.’
‘I don’t think he remembers you enough to remember the context.’
‘But what if he does?’
