Rose should be happy. She has a close circle of friends, a fledgling career in public relations at one of the best media companies, and she's just spent the night with one of the most famous men on the planet. So why does everything feel like it's falling apart?
Known as the quietly confident one at school, Rose was always going to go places. She had won awards at school for her writing and got into one of the best universities in the country. Now she spent her days trawling through celebrity Instagram accounts, pandering to publicists, and burying herself in spreadsheets.
She might not have been exactly happy, but she was fine. Her relationship with her mum was better now, and Luce charged her mates rates to rent a room in her Clapham flat. Then she met Miles Jax. Charming, talented, and really fucking famous, Miles was one of the most intimidating people Rose had ever worked with. But when she was told to monitor him at one of her work parties, things escalated. Cue a bizarre afterparty in a penthouse with an inexplicably large cheese table and several flirty DMs, and Rose found herself drunk at his house. She was drinking in Miles Jax's house. Then she was dancing. And then she was in his bed. It was a night people would die for. So why did Rose wake up in pain the following morning? Why couldn't she remember getting home? And why was Miles ignoring her?
As work pressures start to mount, and friendships she once depended on fade away, Rose begins to unravel. The panic attacks on the tube get worse, a visit to the gynaecologist ends in tears, and a school friend's hen do becomes one of the most traumatising nights of her life. It doesn't help that Miles Jax's face is everywhere she looks. Why does her breath get shallow whenever she sees him? What really happened that night? And what happened to that promising student?
