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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

I look out onto the evening Parisian sky and count my blessings to be here with such fine company. Then I close my eyes and savour this special moment, feeling Jack’s breath on my neck as he gets up and snuggles into me again, his strong arms round my waist from behind.

‘I’ve something to ask you, Charlotte,’ Jack whispers into my ear.

‘What’s wrong?’ I ask, dread swimming in my tummy. ‘Is something wrong?’

I’ve been waiting on the day when he’ll realize my dedication to Matthew was motivated by guilt as much as love and he’ll ask what happened to make me feel that way. He turns me round to face him.

‘Nothing is wrong,’ Jack smiles back at me. ‘It’s the opposite, in fact, because everything is just perfect. Look, I know it’s only been six months since we started dating but so much has happened since then, don’t you think?’

I nod. Yes, it has, I suppose.

Jack is always reflective and dreamy, sentimental even, but tonight he is more emotional than I’ve ever seen him.

‘I’m so madly in love with you, Charlotte,’ he says, ‘more than I think you even know. You’re caring, gentle and you deserve the best that life has to offer. I hope you’ll let me help you to get the very best in life after all you’ve suffered lately.’

I’m just about to crack a joke but I don’t get a chance to as Jack puts his hand in his pocket, takes out a small, black velvet box and opens it to reveal the most exquisite, white gold, solitaire diamond ring that twinkles as it catches the light from the restaurant’s chandeliers.

My hands automatically go up to my face and I lose my breath.

‘Charlotte Jane Taylor, will you marry me?’ he says, shocking me to the very core. I can’t speak. I had absolutely no idea this was coming, and it’s hard to find the words to respond, even if it’s only a simple one-word answer. I’m also aware of the faces of so many other diners who are enjoying their after-dinner drinks in this most romantic setting around us, waiting in anticipation to see what I’m going to say.

I shake my head in disbelief. I try to speak but I almost choke.