Jessica still works for Mr Stockton. She's engaged to a suitable man, a City financier, and they'll be married this June.
She has everything she's ever wanted.
So why does she still have those mercury-bead feelings she can neither pin down nor chase away?
She feels as if she wants a man with… plastic trolls? And messy dark hair… a complete lack of organisation?
Why does she dream of a dark London night, and a man walking away from her?
She doesn't know. Her life is perfect, but she wants something… else.
She just doesn't understand, and she never will.