miranda

Twenty-two and ashamed to be boyfriendless, she only buys return tickets because she cannot bear to press the button marked ‘single’. She is a ladies’ sanitarywear demonstrator on ‘The Second Floor’ of an anonymous department store and starting to suspect that life, and love, are destined to pass her by. Having never actually fallen in love, she spends her life reading romances as if it is a trick she can learn. But if your idea of love is that the girl always has to lose the boy before they come together again and that men always have dark brooding secrets, then facing a true romance is fraught with the danger of disillusion.