Carefully assessing the pot marks on her face in slow-motion, time has left its scars and a catalogue of plastic surgery that has clearly gone wrong.
Fighting a losing battle with time, it’s left a classic trout pout and massive false boobs, comically disproportionate to the rest of her figure.
She is actually quite funny, saying that she had always known that she was a wrong ‘un, almost since birth and that the signs had always been there.
The first word that she remembered learning as a two-year old was ‘Gestapo’ and that she’d always found herself rooting for Lex Luther in the old Superman movies, when she knew perfectly well that she wasn’t supposed to.
Despite vicious rumours to the contrary, she doesn’t spend her time murdering people, or plotting their real-life downfall, but she does enjoy cruelty and her powers of manipulation, in which she continues to excel.
She constantly flirts with her dark side, ‘mother’ is her chosen ‘safety word’, but flirting with it is as far as she goes these days.
She suspects that when push comes to shove, she’s still your absolute worst nightmare, a bitch, possessing the morals of an alley cat.
She says that she suspects that she was just born without the gene for guilt or remorse, and that there’s just a missing piece where her conscience ought to be. Then she shrugs her shoulders as if it’s a trivial afterthought.
It doesn’t seem to have held her back any more than her lack of modesty, as she says that she ‘gets by’ quoting to him her eye-watering, income in an average year.
As he turns to leave, Anjelica touches him tenderly on the shoulder and kisses him fondly on the cheek. It’s a moment of genuine affection and Casper realises both how sincerely she means it and yet how truly lonely and unhappy, she must be.
Hidden beneath the cheap perfume and mountains of make-up, Anjelica is apparently human after all.
As she kisses him, now squeezing his hand, he also realises that this is the first time he remembers her ever kissing him and that somehow, he no longer hates her.
He knows that Anjelica can never change, she’s too hard wired into the life she has and what it’s bought her…. but, he also realises that if she could, she might, as despite all of the pretence to the contrary, living as she does, clearly hasn’t made her happy.
As he turns to wave goodbye, he promises to call her, although as the words fall from his lips, he’s unsure if they are true.
