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PRAISE FOR LAURA JANE WILLIAMS

‘Laura Jane Williams combines sharp, relatable wit and bold, joyful sincerity’

Dolly Alderton

‘Hilarious, heart-warming and truly authentic – your modern rom com must-read’

Hello!

‘A fresh, smart, modern rom com. It had me totally gripped’

Beth O’Leary

‘A joyful, romantic and life-affirming love story’

Red

‘I can’t remember the last time a book made me forget I had a phone. Pure escapist fiction!’

Stacey Halls

‘Joyful and romantic … tailor-made for summer’

Cosmopolitan

‘Charming and full of warmth. This is the book equivalent of a big hug’

Sophia Money-Coutts

‘LJ’s honesty and voice are unique’

Stylist

‘Smart, sisterly storytelling … You can practically feel modern romance evolving as you’re reading it’

Observer

‘A perfect summer read that will leave you grinning’

Closer

‘Tender, energetic and authentic … Such a current love story, but so timeless too’

Daisy Buchanan

‘This funny, uplifting read is balm for the soul’

Fabulous

‘A thoroughly modern love story. Smart and emotional – I couldn’t put it down’

Sarah Morgan

‘This is the laugh-out-loud love story you need to read this summer’

Glamour

‘Fresh, warm, and honest … a refreshingly different take on modern relationships’

Louise O’Neill

‘An absolute delight!’

Emily Henry

‘Perceptive, funny and ultimately hopeful – the perfect tonic’

Sophie Cousens

‘Clever, hilarious and a total unbridled joy to read, get it now or prepare for the impending FOMO’

Lucy Vine

‘A hilarious and brilliantly written story from one of our favourite writers’

Bella

‘This is the feminist rom-com of the summer’

Holly Bourne

‘A cult hit’

Grazia

‘Real escapism with warmth, a lightness of touch and vivid characters you really root for’

Ella Dove

Dedication

For Katie Loughnane

Thank you for everything you continue to teach me

(and the patience with which you do it!)

1

I was having the best morning of my life.

‘Annie-Doo, you look like a … model. No. Wait. Better than that. A supermodel,’ my little sister Freddie declared, as my BFF Adzo – a name that she once told me means ‘on Monday born’ in Ghana – put the finishing touches to my lip liner. Freddie had called me ‘Annie-Doo’ since she was old enough to talk, which, my mother never tired of reminding us all, was basically straight out of the womb – unlike me, her disappointment of a daughter, who sat brooding and silent for three years, almost giving her an anxiety disorder. She never tired of reminding us all of that, either.

Freddie tilted her head to one side, assessing Adzo’s work. It was pretty handy having a best friend who yes, was a theoretical physicist, but who also knew her way around a contour stick. Not that I was highly strung or anything, but no way would I have trusted anybody else.

‘You look amazing,’ continued Freddie. ‘What’s the word when you’re, like, the boss? The one in charge of everything?’

‘Regal?’ supplied Adzo.

‘Yeah! Especially with the flower crown!’

She gives the best compliments, my sis.