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I speed-read his book: The Philosophy of Symbolism after our second date and then tried to pretend Id read it ages ago, coincidentally for pleasure. Which to be fair, he didnt believe for a minute.

Anyway, the point is, I read it. And what impressed me most was: Ive totally got into them. Arent they handy? You just bung them in whenever you want and instantly look clever. Magnus says footnotes are for things which arent your main concern but nevertheless hold some interest for you.

This is my footnote about footnotes. And this is the moment where I went wrong. This is the gut-churning, if-only instant. If I could go back in time, thats the moment I would march up to myself and say severely, Poppy, priorities. But you dont realise, do you?

The moment happens, and you make your crucial mistake, and then its gone and the chance to do anything about it is blown away.

So what happened was, Clare won Wimbledon tickets in the raffle. I love Clare to bits, but shes always been a bit feeble. Shed admit it herself.

First of all, she didnt check her numbers quickly enough. Then, when she finally realised shed won, she didnt stand up and yell Me! Instead, she raised her hand a few inches and called Yes! Even those of us on her table didnt realise shed won. Just as it dawned on me that Clare was waving a raffle ticket in the air, the presenter on the platform said I think well draw again, if theres no winner Shout louder!

I poked Clare and waved my own hand wildly in the air. The winners over here! And the new number is I was still yelling, but we were some distance from the stage and no-one was listening. Then, to my disbelief, some dark-haired girl on the other side of the room started whooping and brandishing a ticket. She didnt win!

I exclaimed indignantly. You won. It doesnt matter. Clare was shrinking back in embarrassment. Of course it matters! I cried out before I could stop myself, and everyone at the table started laughing.

Go, Poppy! Go, White Knightess! Sort it out! Go Knightie! This is an old joke, which started at school. The trouble with schoolfriends is, they never give up on nicknames, and then all your new friends pick them up, too, and youre stuck with them forever. So just because there was this one incident at school, where I started a petition to save the hamsters,.

Or Knightie, for short. My so- called catchphrase is apparently Of course it matters! Suffice it to say that within two minutes I was up on the stage with the dark-haired girl, arguing with the presenter about how my friends ticket was more valid than hers.

I know now that I should never have left the table. I should never have left the ring, even for a second. I can see how stupid that was. But in my defence, I didnt know the fire alarm was going to go off, did I? It was so surreal. One minute, everyone was sitting down at a jolly champagne tea.

The next minute, a siren was blaring through the air and everyone was on their feet, heading for the exits in pandemonium. I could see Annalise, Ruby and all the others grabbing their bags and making their way to the back. A man in a suit came onto the stage and started ushering me, the dark- haired girl and the presenter towards a side door, and wouldnt let us go the other way.

Your safety is our priority, he kept saying. Even then, its not as if I was worried. I didnt think the ring would have gone. I assumed one of my friends had it safe and Id meet up with everyone outside and get it back.

Outside, of course, it was mayhem. There was some big business conference happening at the hotel as well as our tea, and all the delegates were spilling out of different doors into the road, and hotel staff were trying to make announcements into loudspeakers, and cars were beeping, and it took me ages just to find Natasha and Clare in the melee.

Have you got my ring? I demanded at once, trying not to sound accusatory. Whos got it? Both of them looked blank. Natasha shrugged. Didnt Annalise have it? So then I plunged into the throng to find Annalise, but she didnt have it, she thought Clare had it.

And Clare thought Clemency had it. And Clemency thought Ruby might have had it, but hadnt she gone already?

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Just like Humphrey Bogart never said Play it again, Sam. Its an urban myth. The thing about panic is, it creeps up on you. One minute youre still quite calm, still telling yourself, Dont be ridiculous. Of course it cant be lost. The next, the Marie Curie staff are announcing that the event will be curtailed early due to unforeseen circumstances, and handing out coats and and goody bags.

And all your friends have disappeared to catch the tube. And your finger is still bare. And a voice inside your head is screeching, Oh my God! I knew this would happen! Nobody should ever have entrusted me with an antique ring!

Big mistake! And thats how you find yourself under a table an hour later, groping around a grotty hotel carpet, praying desperately for a miracle. Even though your fiances father has written a whole bestselling book on how miracles dont exist and its all superstition and even saying OMG is the sign of a weak mind. Three messages have come through, and I scroll through them in hope.

Found it yet? Annalise xx Sorry babe, havent seen it. God, how awful, to lose your ring! Actually I thought I saw it incoming text I stare at my phone, galvanised. Clare thought she saw it?

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I crawl out from under the table and wave my phone around, but the rest of the text resolutely refuses to come through. The signal in here is rubbish. How can this call itself a five-star hotel?

Ill have to go outside.

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I approach the grey-haired cleaner, raising my voice above the Hoovers roar. Im popping out to check a text. But if you do find the ring, just call me, Ive given you my mobile number, Ill just be on the street Right you are, dear, says the cleaner patiently. I bet he did. Or Sacre Bleu!

And does this not disprove Antonys theory since Poirots grey cells are clearly stronger than anyone elses? I might point this out to Antony one day. When Im feeling brave. Which, if Ive lost the ring will be never, obviously. I hurry through the lobby, dodging groups of conference delegates; slowing slightly as I pass the concierges desk.

Any sign of Nothing handed in yet, Madam. The air outside is balmy, with just a hint of summer, even though its only late April.

Which is a good job, as my wedding dress is backless and Im counting on a fine day. There are wide shallow steps in front of the hotel and I walk up and down them, swishing my phone around, trying to get some signal with no success.

At last I head down onto the actual pavement, waving my phone around more wildly, holding it over my head, then leaning into the quiet Knightsbridge street, my phone in my outstretched fingertips. Come on, phonie.

I mentally cajole it. You can do it. Do it for Poppy. Fetch the message. There must be a signal somewhere you can do it Aaaaaaah!

I hear my own yell of shock before I even clock whats happened. Theres a twisting pain in my shoulder. My fingers feel scratched. A figure on a bike is pedalling swiftly towards the end of the road.

I only have time to register an old grey hoodie and skinny black jeans before the bike turns the corner. My hands empty. What the hell- I stare at my palm in numb disbelief. Its gone. That guy stole my phone. He bloody stole it. My phones my life. I cant exist without it. Its a vital organ. Madam, are you all right? The doorman is hurrying down the steps. Did something happen? Did he hurt you? I Ive been mugged. I somehow manage to stutter.

My phones been nicked. The doorman clicks sympathetically. Chancers, they are. Have to be so careful in an area like this Im not listening. Im starting to shake all over. Ive never felt so bereft and panicky.

What do I do without my phone? How do I function? My hand keeps automatically reaching for my phone in its usual place in my pocket. My phone is my people. Its my friends. Its my family. Its my world. Its everything. I feel like someones wrenched my life support system away from me.

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Shall I call the police, Madam? The doorman is peering at me anxiously. Im too distracted to reply. Im consumed with a sudden, even more terrible realisation. The ring. Ive handed out my mobile number to everyone: What if someone finds it? What if someones got it and theyre trying to call me right this minute and theres no answer because hoody guy has already chucked my SIM card into the river?

Oh God4. I need to talk to the concierge. Ill give my home number instead- No. Bad idea. If they leave a message, Magnus might hear it.

Except no-ones in the office today. I cant go and sit there for hours, just in case. Im starting to feel seriously freaked out now. Everythings unravelling. To make matters even worse, as I run back into the lobby, the concierge is busy. His desk is surrounded by a large group of conference delegates, talking about restaurant reservations.

I try to catch his eye, hoping hell beckon me forward as a priority, but he studiously ignores me, and I feel a twinge of hurt. I know Ive taken up quite a lot of his time this afternoon - but doesnt he realise what a hideous crisis Im in? The doorman has followed me into the lobby, his brow creased with concern.

Can we get you something for the shock? He briskly calls over a waiter. A brandy for the lady, please, on the house. And if 4 Weak mind. Would you like to sit down? No thanks. I try to smile. I cant sit down; Im far too hyper. To calm my nerves I start walking round and round the same path, my heels clicking on the marble floor. Past the massive potted ficus tree past the table with newspapers past a big shiny litter bin back to the ficus.

Its a comforting little circuit, and I can keep my eyes fixed on the concierge the whole time, waiting for him to be free. The lobby is bustling with business types from the conference. Through the glass doors I can see the doorman back on the steps, busy hailing taxis and pocketing tips.

A squat Japanese man in a blue suit is standing nearby with some European-looking businessmen, exclaiming in what sounds like loud, furious Japanese and gesticulating at everybody with the conference pass strung round his neck on a red cord. Hes so tiny and the other men look so nervous, I almost want to smile.

The brandy arrives on a salver and I pause briefly to drain it in one, then keep walking, in the same repetitive route. Potted ficus newspaper table litter bin potted ficus newspaper table litter bin Now Ive calmed down a bit, Im starting to churn with murderous thoughts.

She gets a text from Sam, who says he'll be in Germany for the weekend.

She wishes she could speak to him during this difficult time. Meanwhile, she has continued sending e-mails on his behalf, taking over how he deals with colleagues. She agreed to present flowers to a colleague named Lindsay on her birthday, and then stupidly places kisses at the end of the email, instantly regretting it because it's too personal. She ends up going to an event because Sam didn't want to go, thinking she can get away with it because Sam is in Germany, but she nearly dies of shock when she sees him there.

She is placed in greater discomfort when people congratulate Sam for his wonderful e-mails - apparently he had also agreed to participate in a Fun Run and had sent an e-card of condolence for a young girl's dog that died. Poppy has to confess to Sam that she had sent an e-mail to everyone in the company on his behalf, telling them that they should send through ideas for the company to him, to create a warmer environment.

He is really angry at everything she has done and tells her that she must give him his phone back the next day so that they never have to speak again. The worst of it is when Lindsay rocks up, flirting with Sam and telling him that there was always chemistry between them.

She had clearly thought Sam had been flirting with her, meanwhile it was Poppy writing all of his e-mails. Sam meets Poppy the next day at a restaurant so that she can return the mobile phone. Although he seems a bit cold at first, he surprises her by thanking her for what she has done, such as with encouraging people at work. But then he takes her phone from her and scrutinizes her messages, giving her criticism the way she did with him. He wants to know why she is so afraid of not being liked, hence all the kisses in her messages.

He reads a list she had saved on her phone, featuring all the things she has to do before the wedding, such as become an expert in Greek philosophy and learn long Scrabble words to impress Magnus's parents. She is embarrassed. She accompanies Sam back to his office, where she overhears Vicks, head of PR, speaking to him about a memo someone in the office named Nick had sent to Sam a few months ago. It is an incriminating memo filled with talk about accepting bribes, but Sam had never seen that version of the message.

The scary thing is that the news of this is going to run on a television bulletin. Vicks says that she can't find the original memo and it isn't on Sam's computer, either. When Poppy is left alone, she is reminded of an e-mail she had sent to Sam's father in reply to his request to have a reunion with his son.

She had been so touched by it that she had e-mailed back pretending to be Sam and had accepted the invite. She realizes Sam is supposed to meet his father today! When she leaves the building, a woman who shows her out speaks of Nick and calls him by his office nickname: Santa Claus. It is only when Poppy has left the building that she pulls out a note she had been keeping of all the strange caller's messages: about someone named Scottie having done the surgery and left no trace.

It had been signed off as Santa Claus. She realizes this has to relate to Nick and the memo Vicks and Sam were talking about. She has to get back into the office to Sam, but the receptionist doesn't let her all the way through. Frustrated that she no longer has her phone, she tries to write a message on the windows with soap suds. Sam sees her and comes to her, asking why she is back.

She explains about the messages and he discovers who had the phone before it was given to Violet: a man called Ed who used to work at the company and then was fired. Sam asks if Poppy can help them identify the voice she heard on the phone message - but this means having to go to Hampshire.

She should be planning her wedding, meanwhile she's on a train with some other guy whom she thinks has a girlfriend. On the train, a message comes through and Poppy reads it. He tells Poppy that he's not engaged. The message comes through in its entirety and Poppy sees it really is for her: someone is telling her that Magnus is being unfaithful with someone she knows. They go to the hotel and Poppy starts mingling with people to try to discover who could own the voice belonging to the message on the phone.

She feels stupid at not having discovered the owner of the voice, when she hears a voice behind the camera and knows it's the guy. Poppy tells Sam about the e-mail she sent to his father, but he tells her that man is not his father - he's an old college friend called David Robinson! When the man pitches up, expecting to spend some quality time with Sam, he objects and Poppy decides to have a drink with him, as she feels bad that he came all the way for nothing.

During the drinks, Poppy learns more about Sam's life from David and feels a fool for trying to get involved in his business when she didn't know the whole story about who he is, his family, and friends.

Interrupting her time with David, Poppy has a confrontation with Willow who acts territorially about Sam even though they're not together. Sam can't be found when the memo-related news bulletin airs, but the report states that someone framed Nick, trying to make it look like he was guilty. Sam becomes the whistle-blower, putting himself on the line. Poppy texts him, still wondering where he is, and he asks her to meet him outside.

There they have a tender moment. When she's back home, Poppy receives a call from a woman wanting to speak with Sam. It's Violet and she has important news for him. She instructs him to go to his computer and pull up an icon called 'Voice-mails. Poppy gets a call from Brenda Fairfax, a woman at the hotel where her ring had gone missing.

She tells Poppy that she was about to place the ring in the safe when another guest rushed up and declared it was hers. After hearing a description about the woman, Poppy realizes it was Lucinda, her wedding planner.

She is so enraged, she gets in a taxi and rushes over to Lucinda's home. There she discovers from Lucinda that she and Magnus used to date and he had proposed to her with the same ring! They had not made it to the altar because Magnus had chickened out halfway through his marriage proposal. After getting Lucinda's confession, Poppy heads over to Wanda, Magnus's mother. She says that she and her husband had tried to stop Magnus from getting married now because they didn't want Poppy to get hurt.

Sam calls her and tells her that all the voice mails were on the computer, confirming everything about the memo. At his office, the company wants to take the phone from Poppy for good so they can study all the messages that relate to this corporate issue. So they print out all of Poppy's messages and she sees her interactions with Sam on the printout. It makes her emotional. Sam then realizes Poppy had sent Willow a message telling her to back off because Sam wasn't her boyfriend - he is mad with Poppy.

However, when Magnus gets home he apologizes to Polly and proposes with a brand new engagement ring that he bought for her in Bruges.

She accepts. On her wedding day, Poppy receives a text from Sam. He apologizes for how he got mad with her about Willow and admits that Poppy was right about the situation. He says he knows it's not an easy day for Poppy because it should have been her wedding day - he has no idea she is going through with it - and invites her to coffee.

She sends him an image of her wedding dress and he tries to persuade her not to marry Magnus.And if 4 Weak mind. Sam sees her and comes to her, asking why she is back. I grab her blue nylon shoulder. Download our Spring Fiction Sampler Now. If they leave a message, Magnus might hear it.

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