Right, so get this – never understood why Emily’s luck with fellas was so rubbish.
Then a jolt shattered my waxen paralysis—champagne coursing down my dress like liquid ice—as Penelope’s
Clara and the Unseen Father Clara never hated her stepfather, but she certainly didn’t like him.
At the tail end of the globe, where polar bears wade through snowdrifts and midges rule summer skies
Late at night, my phone rang. I answered it to hear my daughter’s voice. “Mom, it’s me, Emily.
Right, so listen to this… nobody in Larkfield village could figure out why Emily Bishop was having
Victor trudged into the flat ravenous, his tie still on and his mind fixed on a warm meal. But the kitchen
Honestly pet, you wouldn’t believe what happened with Oliver last week. He didn’t come home again. “
Emily gave the cottage one last glance. Everything seemed in order—dishes were done, the girls’ ribbons
Roman and Eleanor spent seven years together since school days. They never had children. It just didn’t happen.