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Justin …’ She would never again catch eyes with him across a crowded pub and know it was a given that they were going home together. They would never take it in turns to stand outside a newsagent while the other one went in and bought the drinks. (Always a bottle of water for Lizzy and a Lucozade Sport for him.) Well, not unless she started dating another triathlete who was obsessed with rehydrating their electrolytes. She could go for months without bumping into her next-door neighbour.
I’ll probably never see Justin again.
    She expected a new wave of anger or sadness, but all she felt was relief. Nic was right. Who
could
trust a man who drank alcopops?
    At that moment a new resolve took hold. Lizzy eyeballed her reflection in that way people did in films at life-changing moments. She was a Spellman! Spellmans didn’t lie around feeling sorry for themselves! She would rise like a phoenix from the ashes and start juicing in the mornings, and go on to meet the man of her dreams, while Justin would get dumped by a boring girl with shiny hair and spend the rest of his life in mourning. Ceremoniously pouring her ex-boyfriend’s Alpro Light down the sink, Lizzy went to get ready for work.

Chapter 5
    Haven PR was situated in a converted townhouse just off Fulham Broadway. Antonia had worked in HR until she’d suffered some sort of breakdown and jetted off to an ashram in India where she’d famously had twenty-one colonics in twenty-one days and experienced a spiritual rebirth. On returning home she’d dumped her first husband and announced she was setting up a holistic PR agency. Antonia now lived round the corner from the office with her second husband, a young German called Erik, and their thunderous-of-thigh toddler daughter, Christiana.
    Lizzy had been working for a large corporate agency when she’d first met Antonia at a product launch. Admittedly not entirely sober after three glasses of white wine on an empty stomach, Antonia’s outlook had struck a chord with Lizzy. Restless in her current job, the idea of working in a smaller agency with proper client contact had really appealed to Lizzy. Antonia obviously had a real vision of where she wanted Haven PR to go.
    It wasn’t until Lizzy actually started her new job that she had realized Antonia was expecting
her
to make that vision come true.
    Lizzy’s official job title was account manager, but she also found herself dealing with the finance, budgets and staff contracts because the account director, whose job it was to oversee those things, had been signed off with long-term stress. Posh people, Lizzy had realized, treated work as something they went to when they felt like it, which wasn’t very often. Having apparently witnessed the dawn of time in India, Antonia now put all her faith in the universe. ‘Don’t blow a gasket,’ she’d trill when she’d only been in for half a day that week and Lizzy was about to spontaneously combust trying to hold everything together. ‘The planets will give you all the answers.’
    Despite the chaotic way Haven PR was run and the fact that she hadn’t had an appraisal in eighteen months, Lizzy couldn’t see herself doing any other job. She’d gone into PR because she believed in people’s dreams. There was nothing better than seeing something come to fruition after months of blood, sweat and the odd tear. PR could be unpredictable and frustrating, but Lizzy loved the challenge.
    Unfortunately, as time went on and Lizzy seemed to be running Haven almost single-handedly, it was becoming more, not less, of a challenge.
    Even one day off had produced a catastrophic build-up in Lizzy’s inbox. It was doubtful she’d ever be able to even go to the toilet again.
    The leggy beauty on the opposite desk had been on her blinged-up iPhone for the past twenty minutes. It clearly wasn’t a work conversation because Lizzy had just heard her ask someone to get some pills for a party.
    ‘Bianca?’
    She waved a pair of