Thanks, baby, I love it.’ Oliver smiled and kissed her on the mouth. She’d been right to go back to Ted Baker after all. ‘Happy Christmas.’ Effie smiled as she took the small box from him and unwrapped it. The smile gave way to a grin when she saw the duck-egg blue Tiffany box. The man had taste....
31 October, 11.30 a.m. Things couldn’t get any worse. He knows. I know he does. The way he asked if there was something I needed to tell him was obvious, and when he left, I looked around the flat and realised I’d thrown a leaflet for one of the tests in the bin. I’m so ...