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Chapters (52)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. DEDICATION
  3. PART ONE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. PART TWO
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  52. ABOUT THE AUTHORS

But she couldn’t help but wonder whether she’d made the right decision to stay behind in London, rather than diving into the thick of things with Hugo. Maybe then she could have escaped all this Chloe drama. It surely would have alleviated the gnawing ache of longing that seemed to fill her days.

As the rush dissipated, Steven walked in the door for the start of his shift. He began chatting excitedly to Evie about a top-secret celebrity who had just paid him to hack into a computer to retrieve some very old nude photos.

‘She found me through a friend of a friend who had told her I had quite the knack for le hack. Of course, I didn’t look at the photos, but I managed to get them back for her without any leaks. The money was great and golly, she was grateful.’ Steven looked chuffed with himself.

‘That’s great, Steven.’

‘I can’t tell you who it is.’

‘I would never ask.’

‘Alright, fine. It was a dame.’

‘A dame!’

‘Yes. But I won’t say anything more.’

‘Okay.’

‘And she’s starred in several recent films.’

‘Oh!’

‘And don’t tell anyone but—’

‘Can the two of you please stop talking about nude photos and computer hacking and every bloody thing else under the sun, and get back to work? I’m carrying the three of us!’ Josie snapped. Evie and Steven instantly stopped talking and sulkily began scooping popcorn.

THIRTY-THREE

Thirty-three

Tonight was going to be different, Evie told herself as she slicked black mascara across her lashes, steadying her hand in an attempt to avoid the dreaded ‘blob’. It was Christmas Eve and, as always, she was having dinner at her family home. Ever since the Ragdoll cat incident at her uncle’s house in Dorset when she was a teenager, Evie’s family had celebrated Christmas on the twenty-fourth, with her parents travelling west to see her dad’s family the next day while Evie and Meg lazed around the house eating leftovers and napping. In a couple of years, in her old life, Ben would start to join them too—and in return, Ben’s family would have Evie over for Rosh Hashanah, where she’d always eat too much honey cake and get sloshed on kosher wine. Evie had considered bringing the tradition forward, but things were still weird between her and Ben.

This year, the Berrys had also invited Hugo and his family to join them. It had been Hugo’s idea, really. He wanted to celebrate the screenplay finally being finished and mark the beginning of film rehearsals. Plus, it would save Evie and Hugo having to see the Hearsts in Surrey the next day. Two birds, one stone—that’s the Christmas spirit, thought Evie grimly.