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Back Fancy Meeting You Here
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

After clinking glasses, Evie took a sip, her nerves a light simmer beneath the surface. But she needn’t have worried. Their conversation flowed easily, and Hugo seemed so interested in getting to know her. They talked about the writers they admired and their favourite books. Evie told him that she’d just started reading The Help, which had come out the previous year (not mentioning she was actually very late to the party). And he shared how the one thing he hated about writing was that it seemed to eat into his reading time. Evie found herself telling him about the amazing English teacher she’d had for her A levels, who’d been instrumental in her becoming a movie fanatic, then going into great depth about her film studies degree at university, her part-time job at the cinema and how living with her parents was driving her mad.

Realising she was answering more questions than she was asking, Evie changed tack, inwardly congratulating herself on how blasé she sounded. ‘And you, how did you go from lawyer to actor to writing novels?’

‘It does seem like quite a jump, doesn’t it? I’ve always wanted to be an actor but I was born into a family that had planned for me to become a lawyer since I was born.’ Hugo grimaced, and Evie desperately wanted to ask him more, but she let him continue. ‘After years of studying and then slaving away at the family law firm, I decided I’d had enough. Much to my parent’s dismay, I quit my job to go to RADA. And, as I’m sure you know, making it big as an actor isn’t the easiest gig. The scripts I was getting were pretty terrible, so I decided to have a go at writing my own story. These days producers spend much more time scoping out books to base films on rather than commissioning original screenplays, so here I am writing a bloody novel!’

Evie nodded along sympathetically, privately wondering if she should get into acting herself. ‘That’s very brave of you. And what is it about. Your novel?’

‘It’s a historical fiction of sorts, lots of romance and all that,’ said Hugo, shrugging and placing his wine glass down so he could lean back on his elbows. ‘My agent actually sent out a few sample chapters to some publishers a while ago, and we’re waiting to hear back. But I doubt it will go anywhere. It makes me nervous just picturing them reading my writing. It seems so private, until it’s just not anymore.’