Chapters (38)
- Cover
- REWRITE THE STARS
- Dedication
- Author’s Note
- Epigraph
- i
- ii
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Emma Heatherington
- 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.’