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Chapters (38)
  1. Cover
  2. REWRITE THE STARS
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. Epigraph
  6. i
  7. ii
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Epilogue
  35. Acknowledgements
  36. About the Author
  37. Also by Emma Heatherington
  38. About the Publisher

And now, here we are in a top-class restaurant which normally has a six-week waiting list, but Jack managed to get us one of the best tables by talking nicely to the owners once he realized they had a mutual friend. The mood is light and dreamy, the setting is out of this world and right now I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

‘I can tell you the exact moment that I knew I was in love with you,’ Jack announces, out of the blue, after I enjoyed the most superb dinner of chicken with lemongrass and ginger, while Jack chose duck grilled with yakitori sauce. The French-Asian chef even came out to greet us personally at one point, making it all the more special when he wished us bon appétit. Nothing, it seems, is too much on this visit to Paris and every moment has been the most delightful experience.

‘You can?’ I ask him. His words catch my breath as I wait for more.

‘Of course I can,’ he says to me from across the table. ‘Do you remember the day we went fishing and you wore my jacket, which was miles too big for you?’

I nod. ‘Yes, I remember,’ I reply, rolling my eyes. ‘It was lashing wet but you insisted on braving the elements.’

I scrunch up my face, wondering why he found that day so special. We’d been exploring local beaches and stopped at a place he knew well to try out some sea fishing, even though the weather was much more suited to a warm pub with an open fire. I hated it. He loved it. I have no idea where this is going.

‘I’ve never seen anyone so determined in my whole life to try something new,’ he says to me, fondly recollecting the moment. ‘Even though I knew you were absolutely terrified standing on those slippery rocks, you wouldn’t give in and tell me you were totally living out a real nightmare. You did it, and you did it well.’

I smile now at the memory. ‘There’s no way I was going to turn down a challenge, even if I was freezing cold and soaked to the bone,’ I agree with him. ‘And you’re right. I hated every moment of it but would never admit defeat.’

His eyes are glassy with emotion. ‘That’s when I knew,’ he tells me. ‘The look on your face, the way you stood with your dress hitched up and your clunky boots and thick socks finding their place on those rocks. You showed me how much fight you have, how determined you are to do something well, even if you don’t like doing it. It reminded me of how determined you were when your brother was so down and needed a push. I knew right then you were special. I knew you were the one for me.’