Chapter Twenty-Nine
‘How could you not know how old I am or when my birthday is?’ Hugh asked, referring to a small sticking point in the conversation when Jennifer had said something about it being his birthday next month. ‘You came out for drinks on my thirtieth birthday.’ ‘I did,’ Emily said, ‘but it’s not etched in my memory.’ Actually, Emily had done her level best to forget his thirtieth birthday last year because Hugh had just started seeing Olivia. Horrible person that she was at times, Emily had loathed seeing him so happy and had been quite convinced that night that Hugh had finally found the one. ‘Oh, and you didn’t tell me the wedding was going to be in the Lake District…’ ‘Ah, so that was what that dirty look was for,’ he said, as Emily turned out the light. ‘It will be fun,’ Hugh said, ‘thoug
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