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Chapters (92)
  1. First
  2. Love Connection
  3. Zero
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. One Month Later
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Six Months Later
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-one
  27. Twenty-two
  28. Twenty-three
  29. Twenty-four
  30. Six Months Later
  31. Twenty-five
  32. Twenty-six
  33. Twenty-seven
  34. Twenty-eight
  35. Twenty-nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-one
  38. Thirty-two
  39. Thirty-three
  40. I Have Never
  41. One
  42. Two
  43. Three
  44. Four
  45. Five
  46. Six
  47. Seven
  48. Eight
  49. Nine
  50. Ten
  51. Eleven
  52. Twelve
  53. Thirteen
  54. Fourteen
  55. Fifteen
  56. Sixteen
  57. Seventeen
  58. Eighteen
  59. Nineteen
  60. Twenty
  61. Twenty-one
  62. Twenty-two
  63. A Christmas Date
  64. One
  65. Two
  66. Three
  67. Four
  68. Five
  69. Six
  70. Seven
  71. Eight
  72. Nine
  73. Ten
  74. Eleven
  75. Twelve
  76. Thirteen
  77. Fourteen
  78. Fifteen
  79. Sixteen
  80. Seventeen
  81. Eighteen
  82. Nineteen
  83. Twenty
  84. Twenty-one
  85. Twenty-two
  86. Note from the Author
  87. Sneak Peek – To the Stars and Back
  88. Two
  89. Three
  90. Four
  91. Also by Camilla Isley
  92. About the Author

The staff claps along. Saskia hugs Adam, Mandy, and me. Bah, she even smells good. Saskia would probably hug everyone else on set, but her PA herds her downstairs to get changed before moving on to their next commitment.

Saffron comes to stand next to me. “Cool stuff,” she says, sliding pictures on her phone with a finger. “Exactly the edgy, young vibe we needed.”

I bend my head closer to hers to peek at the screen. “These are amazing.”

If Saffron managed to snap pictures like that with an iPhone, I can’t wait to see Adam’s final product. He and his assistants have already dismantled the set and are carrying away the last bits of equipment. Before Adam leaves, we agree he’ll send me as much as he can by Monday.

When everyone else is gone, I do a check of both the makeshift dressing room downstairs and the rooftop to make sure we left nothing behind. Alone on the terrace, I rest my arms against the railing to look at my old office building across the East River. My eyes travel all the way up to the thirty-eighth floor, to Évoque’s windows. Manhattan might’ve chewed me up and spit me out in Brooklyn, but I’ll be damned before I renounce my dream.

“You’ll see,” I promise the sunlit building. “I’ll be back.”

Five

Never Make Impulse Decisions

Monday at the office, I’m happily shuffling through all the amazing photos Adam sent me when my personal inbox flashes on the computer screen.

Transfixed, I stare at the sender’s name and subject for a few seconds.

Date: Mon, May 1 at 9:18 AM

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Our Breakup

I haven’t heard from the ex since spaghetti night. What does he want? Despite myself, my pulse quickens. I let the mouse hover over the subject line without actually opening the email. What will the text say? What do I want it to say? Do I want it to be a groveling apology and desperate plea for me to take him back? Sure. But why? Is it only pride or am I kidding myself thinking I could get over a three-year story in less than a month?

After some serious soul-searching, I’m ready to read what Gerard has to say. Yes, I want him to apologize for cheating on me with his secretary. But, no, I don’t want Gerard back. Our breakup, however un-classy it was on both our parts, was the right call.

One click and the full message appears on the screen. With every passing line I read, bile swells in my throat, and by the end, I’m full of acid and anger. To think that for a second I even considered taking him back!

When I hit reply and start playing whack-a-mole with my keyboard, Indira stops her work and turns to stare at me.