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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

Chloe’s eyes widened, and Evie detected a small smirk in them, despite her mouth remaining still.

‘An affair? No. I can assure you, Evie, it’s nothing like that. Can I come in and explain?’ Chloe said.

Evie hated the way she used her name. So familiar. As if they had known each other for years. ‘Well, then, how do you know Hugo?’

‘I think it’s best if I come in.’

Evie looked Chloe up and down, racking her brain for an explanation as to why Chloe might be so desperate to speak to her. Did she even want to hear what this woman had to say? And did she want this, frankly, quite rude person entering her home, without discussing it with Hugo first?

‘Look, I think it’s best if you come back when Hugo’s here. He’s in—’

‘Italy. I know.’

Wait. Could Chloe be a stalker? A fangirl who had taken things a little too far? Evie knew that in the future, once Hugo starred in Henrietta, he had more than his fair share of ‘dedicated’ fans. But she didn’t think it would happen so early. Before he had even starred in the film.

‘If I could just come in for a minute, I’ll explain.’

‘Sorry, I really have to run. Bye!’ Evie said suddenly, slamming the door in Chloe’s face and sinking down to the floor.

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That evening, Evie sat on the couch with her laptop balanced on her knees. She typed every combination she could think of with the words ‘Hugo Hearst and Chloe’ into Google, but of course, nothing useful appeared. As soon as Chloe had left her doorstep, Evie had felt a tightness in her chest. What could Chloe be so desperate to get in touch with Hugo about? Her eyes had seemed to dilate in a familiar way when she uttered his name. Could she be lying about the affair? Evie shut down the thought quickly, shovelling some chocolate-covered popcorn into her mouth.

Hugo was loving and caring and doting. And on top of that, when would he have had the time to squeeze another woman into his life at the moment? He was barely in London as it was! But still, Evie couldn’t deny that nagging feeling that told her something wasn’t quite as it seemed.

This is ridiculous, she thought to herself. Just call him and ask! She had been avoiding Hugo all evening. She knew that he would be cooped up in his room, working furiously on the screenplay. She didn’t want to bother him, she told herself. Or, did she not want to be confronted with some awful truth about who Chloe really was?

Evie leaned over and grabbed her phone from the coffee table in front of her.

image Evie: Hey. I know you’re working, but something weird happened earlier today. I’m a bit freaked out. Can we FaceTime? x