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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

They fell into a comfortable silence and Hugo casually took her hand in his. Sitting side by side, they looked out across the panoramic views of Regents Park and the city beyond. Evie mentally pinched herself. She could hardly believe she was here, at this very point in time, perched on a hill holding hands with Hugo Hearst. Maximilian had clearly known that she and Hugo were meant for each other.

‘There’s something about you, Evie. A sense of calm, or an assuredness maybe,’ Hugo said and then paused. ‘I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I like it.’

Evie looked at Hugo, dissolving into his gaze. She had never wanted anything more than to kiss Hugo Hearst as the sun set over this unusually sunny day.

So, she did.

And it was nothing short of magic.

EIGHT

Eight

Evie twirled a curl around her finger absentmindedly, her eyes glazed as she stared into the middle distance. She touched a finger to her lips, thinking about her evening with Hugo. They had lingered on Primrose Hill until they were cloaked in darkness, giggling and kissing under the stars.

They’d parted ways at Chalk Farm Station after arranging to catch up later in the week, and she’d been daydreaming about his lips ever—

‘Evie?’ Ben whispered.

‘What?’ asked Evie, snapping out of her reverie and looking at Ben.

‘You haven’t written one note in any lecture all morning and you keep murmuring to yourself. It’s very distracting,’ he said quietly, conscious of the professor at the lectern and the various groups of students taking notes in the expansive lecture theatre around them. ‘And you usually love “Hollywood and the Critics”.’

Evie nodded. ‘Hollywood and the Critics’ had been Evie’s second-favourite subject, after Florence Ivers’ unit, ‘An Introduction to Screenwriting’. But today she could barely focus.

‘What’s gotten into you?’ Ben asked.

Evie shrugged. She hadn’t told Ben about her date with Hugo. ‘I’m just tired, I didn’t sleep well last night.’

‘Parents at it again?’ he asked sympathetically.

Evie smiled, grateful for his concern. She’d almost forgotten how supportive Ben had been in the lead up to the disintegration of her parents’ relationship. In fact, he’d always been a steadfast friend, through thick and thin.

‘Something like that,’ she replied.