I can’t believe it!’ ‘It wasn’t a date, Hollie. It was a drink at the local pub.’ ‘Are you going to see him again?’ ‘Hollie, didn’t you hear what I said? It wasn’t a date. I doubt I will hear from him unless he decides to review my questionable cookery skills again – and I sincerely hope he doesn...
It’s magnificent! I really can’t decide whether to faint at the architectural splendour of it all or drool with envy. Like everything else about this wedding, Harewood House is such a perfect venue for an actress and rock star to hold their fairy-tale wedding, don’t you think?’ Scarlet clutched h...
Rosie experienced a sense of anticipation for what secrets the chest would hold, but as her eyes flicked into the corners of the scarred wooden box, she saw only a small, brown leather suitcase sealed by rust-blistered buckles. A further perfunctory rummage revealed just a pair of sixties-inspire...