Sydney and Charlie have the perfect marriage. They must have because everyone keeps telling them so. In fact, Sydney's whole life is sussed. Two adorable(ish) children, one adoring(ish) husband, one nanny, one cleaner, one lovely house. And latterly a glamorous job, albeit part time and quite possibly nepotistically come by. What's not to be ecstatic about? And then a new couple move in across the road: a very perfect, impeccable, tiny stranger with a Gwyneth Paltrow accent, and a man Sydney hasn't seen since she was 20. Sydney has never admitted to herself that Dylan broke her heart. But when she sees him again she begins to wonder... 'Good frothy fiction can be hard to come by, but this chunky paperback fits the bill ... revelations galore keep this cheery novel pummelling aloing while its plot has more twists and turns than a West Country Lane' - Daily Mail on BAD MANORS 'A wickedly funny second novel' - Heat on DEAD STYLISH 'Great escapism' - Woman's Own on FRONT ROW 'A brilliantly funny read' -- Heat on BAD MANORS 'High on swank, a biting tale' -- Glamour on DEAD STYLISH. 'Lisa Armstrong has done for frocks what Jilly Cooper did for polo ... She has a wry eye, and what she saw was the zeitgeist ... a merrily entertaining novel with an eerie finger on the pulse of everything modern ... irresistibly funny' - Victoria Mather in the Daily Mail on FRONT ROW.