The clock was ticking, a silent scream in her mind: *Run, before it’s too late…* Every girl dreams
Run, before it’s too late… All girls dream of grand, pure love—of dizzying passion and hearts
**Diary Entry: The Actress** I slumped onto the seat in the tube carriage, my heels aching.
Polly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the office, relieved not to run into any colleagues.
“Don’t worry, I won’t stay long—just a week or so until I sort out my living situation.
**Betrayal** “Emily… Emily!” sobbed Lucy into the phone. “What’s all the crying about?
The Little Box with a Ring Emily and James had been friends since primary school. They lived in the same
The Ring Box Lily and Oliver had been friends since primary school. They lived in the same block of flats