PROLOGUE
AUGUST
‘It’s time to get you smiling again, Rachel.’ Olivia, her face shiny and sweaty in the oppressive August heat, grinned at me from across the living room.
Olivia and I, plus our two friends, Kate and Connor, were all sat sweltering in vests, shorts and flip-flops. Kate, Olivia and I had strategically positioned ourselves next to the three electric fans dotted around the room and Connor had a cold flannel draped across his face.
‘I am smiling,’ I replied, holding up the corners of my mouth and at the same time trying to forget about seeing my ex-boyfriend, Sam and his new fiancée kissing on a blanket in the park. The painful image had been seared onto the backs of my eyelids so there was no escape from it.
We had gone to the park to sunbathe. Our trip had been brought to an abrupt halt after I’d caught sight of Sam and Chantelle locked in a passionate embrace. I had seen them together a few times since Sam and I split up. In a cruel twist of fate, Chantelle had recently moved to a flat near me. However, the sightings – up until now – had consisted of them holding hands walking down a street or standing close to each other in a bar. Those sightings I could handle as they were always fully clothed, and I could swiftly turn away.
It was seeing her lying on top of my ex-boyfriend in a skimpy bikini and them both locked in a passionate kiss that sent me over the edge. I don’t think they realised I was near them.
Tearful and frustrated, I grabbed my towel, shades and suntan cream. ‘I can’t sit here; I am going home.’ My loyal friends packed up their stuff and came with me.
Olivia shook her head. ‘Sam took away your smile last Christmas. You’ll be glad to know I’ve had one of my brainwaves about getting it back.’
In the two years Olivia and I had been flatmates, our friendship had been punctuated with these grand lightbulb moments of hers. Some of her brainwaves were amazing – the surprise holiday to Spain last summer after a friend of hers let us stay in his fancy villa for free; the unplanned girlie road trip to Brighton after I’d been made redundant and the many spa weekends she organised.
Some of her ideas we still laughed about – her dyeing my eyebrows bright orange by mistake; the time we climbed out of a pub toilet window so she could avoid someone she disliked and got stuck whilst she nearly wet herself with laughter; and the pink inflatable boat that got us carried away on a rip tide, leading to a rescue by a handsome lifeguard on a jet ski.
And a few of her suggestions, like the twenty-mile cycle ride for charity, were unforgettable for all the wrong reasons. My body still hadn’t forgiven me for that bike ride. I’ve been a stranger to strenuous exercise since I cancelled my gym membership two years ago. Olivia, a keen cyclist, thought we both only needed a week to train. As the charity bike nightmare was still fresh in my mind (Olivia kept pointing out that I was still walking in an odd manner) my initial reaction to this brainwave was… panic.
‘We are supposed to be talking about ideas for my first date with the hot waiter,’ Connor said, lifting his cold flannel. On the way back to our flat Connor had revealed the waiter from our favourite Italian restaurant had finally agreed to go on a date with him. I sensed Connor was keen to take my mind off the park sighting; so he’d suggested a brainstorming session on locations for his first date.
‘Connor, we will come back to you, I promise,’ explained Olivia, before turning her attention back on me. ‘A male friend of mine is venturing onto the dating scene.’
I let out a groan that made both Connor and Kate laugh.
Olivia continued. ‘He would be perfect for you, Rachel. I’m going to set you up on a blind date.’
Kate, also single, raised her hands. ‘Whoa… what’s this man like and why does Rachel get first dibs?’
‘Blind dates never end well,’ interjected Connor, removing his flannel. ‘My ex-boyfriend and I met on a blind date and look what happened there – heartbreak and eternal misery for me. The sexy waiter down the road is my glimmer of hope.’
Olivia ignored both Kate and Connor. ‘I can’t believe I haven’t done this sooner. Rachel, you and my friend are a match made in heaven.’ She patted the seat next to her. ‘Come and watch me message the man of your dreams.’
‘You don’t have to do this,’ I moaned. ‘I’m taking a break from men after what happened with Sam.’
We’d been dating for eight months when he revealed on Christmas Eve that he’d been cheating on me. It had been incredibly painful as I’d thought we would be together until we were old and crinkly. I’d also become emotionally attached to his little boy, Rupert. Whenever we picked Rupert up from primary school, he would come racing out with a painting of his dad and me. In Rupert’s paintings my long brown hair would always be touching the floor and Sam’s dark red hair would always be vibrant orange.
I had been getting ready to travel to Aunty Karen’s for Christmas when Sam’s car pulled up outside my flat. I’d raced downstairs buzzing with festive excitement thinking he and Rupert had come to exchange gifts. As soon as he got out of the car, I knew something was wrong. My eyes flicked to the woman in the passenger seat. ‘I’m sorry, Rachel,’ Sam said, in my doorway. ‘That’s Chantelle in my car.’ He paused and ran a hand through his hair. ‘I’m so sorry about this…’
He stopped and bowed his head. ‘We’ve been seeing each other.’
‘Seeing each other?’ I gasped. ‘What do you mean?’
Looking back, I don’t know why I asked that stupid question. Chantelle joined his sales firm last year. Looking back her arrival had coincided with the start of his extra late nights working at the office. Whenever I asked him why he needed to work so late he’d say Chantelle needed a lot of extra coaching. He’d clearly been giving her more than on-the-job coaching.
‘We’re going to spend Christmas with her parents,’ he mumbled before I slammed the door in his face.
My Christmas at Aunty Karen’s house was spent trying not to cry into my roast dinner and being told by my mother to look cheerful.
Olivia shook her head and scrolled through her phone apps. ‘You haven’t smiled properly in months. It’s time to sort you out, Rachel.’
Connor nodded. ‘Rachel, do what Olivia says. You can thank her at your future wedding.’
Kate went to sit on the rug. ‘Come on, Olivia, we need details on Rachel’s blind date.’
