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Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Acknowledgments
  37. Read on for an extract from the brand new book from Lucy Diamond
  38. Prologue
  39. Chapter One
  40. Q&A with Lucy Diamond
  41. On a Beautiful Day
  42. The House of New Beginnings
  43. Praise
  44. About the Author
  45. By the Same Author
  46. Copyright

The day she ended up sitting beside John at the ‘Unknown Universe’ lecture had been a pivotal one. At the end of the lecture she’d realized that her wet umbrella had been leaning against his bag and was terribly embarrassed, apologizing for her clumsiness, but to her relief, he’d laughed it off. ‘These things happen,’ he’d said, and she’d noticed what nice brown eyes he had, what an open, friendly face. ‘I suppose I could forgive you, for a glass of wine . . .’

Oh! Was he flirting with her? she’d wondered in surprise. Be fun, she reminded herself hurriedly. Not wifely – fun! She found herself thinking of Michelle Crossley, the most outrageous girl in Robyn’s sixth form, who’d gone off to work as a croupier in Las Vegas after A-levels and was still living the American high life, according to Facebook. Be more Michelle. ‘I thought you would never ask!’ she cried, laughing and trying to make her eyes go sparkly (she’d been practising in front of the mirror, for this very reason). ‘Hey, let’s go wild and make it a bottle.’

Goodness, but it was quite hard work being fun, she had decided after three weeks of dating John, when she’d drunk far more than she usually did, and her feet ached from dancing in wine bars along Swinegate. She and John seemed to be getting on brilliantly, but secretly she was starting to wonder if there was such a thing as too much fun. Maybe he was out of her league and she should stop pretending, and admit that she was actually quite a lot more sensible and boring than she’d made out. But then, a few weeks before Christmas, she met the Mortimers and changed her mind.

‘It’s our Paula’s birthday on Saturday,’ John had said, looking sheepish. ‘And Mum’s insisting I bring you along for one of her party teas. Do you mind? They’re a bit full-on, my family, so if you don’t fancy it, I won’t blame you . . .’

Robyn had been intrigued. More to the point, she’d always found meeting people’s parents a lot easier than necking cocktails and trying to dance in a sexy way. ‘Sounds good to me,’ she’d said cheerfully.