Pippa Fairfax Yikes! What? That’s my freaking forfeit? ‘Get into a Jessica Rabbit costume. Walk up to a complete stranger that my two best friends have chosen. Ask him out!’ No. Absolutely, no.
You both dare to call yourselves my best friends forever? No, I’m just not doing it. No way.
Hell will freeze over first… And yet, here I am, wearing a Jessica Rabbit costume and sashaying up to a scowling Greek-God-like man. Calm down, Pippa. Calm down. It’ll be just a minor humiliation.
Obviously, Mr. Perfect will turn me down flat. One look at his charcoal suit and dazzlingly white designer shirt tells me he’s the type to go for super-skinny, high maintenance girls.
But that’s fine because he’s not my type either. Too smooth. Plus, I’m totally invested in the project of winning my ex back to care either way.
But to my astonishment Mr Perfect, who turns out to be an American in London, doesn’t turn me down flat. Instead, he has a very, very interesting proposal for me. Hmmm… I think I should accept.
