By Jennifer E. Smith
Who could have guessed that 4 mins may swap everything?Today will be one of many worst days of seventeen-year-old Hadley Sullivan's lifestyles. She's caught at JFK, overdue to her father's moment marriage ceremony, that's occurring in London and contains a quickly to be step-mother that Hadley's by no means even met. Then she meets the correct boy within the airport's cramped ready sector. His identify is Oliver, he is British, and he is in seat 18C. Hadley's in 18A. Twists of destiny and quirks of timing play out during this considerate novel approximately kinfolk connections, moment probabilities and primary loves. Set over a 24-hour-period, Hadley and Oliver's tale will make you suspect that real love reveals you if you are least looking ahead to it.
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She’s only ever had one boyfriend, Mitchell Kelly: athletic, uncomplicated, and endlessly dull. They’d dated for much of last year—their junior year—and though she’d loved watching him on the soccer field (the way he’d wave to her on the sidelines), and though she was always happy to see him in the halls at school (the way he’d lift her off her feet when he hugged her), and though she’d cried to each and every one of her friends when he broke up with her just four short months ago, their brief relationship now strikes her as the most obvious mistake in the world.
Hadley swiveled to face her. “He’s getting married, Mom. ” “I just think it’s important that you be there—” “Yeah, I know,” she said sharply, cutting her off. ” “It’ll be fine,” Mom said again. Hadley grabbed her sweatshirt and unbuckled her seat belt. ” Mom asked wearily, and Hadley— buzzing with a kind of anger that made her feel both entirely invincible and incredibly young—reached out to fling open the door. “Like if my plane crashes or something,” she said, not really even sure why she was saying it, except that she was bitter and frustrated and scared, and isn’t that how most things like that get said?
Besides, Hadley wasn’t stupid. You didn’t just pack off to Oxford for a semester, spend your days teaching poetry classes, and then suddenly decide you wanted a divorce without a good reason. And though Mom hadn’t said a word about it—had, in fact, grown nearly silent on the subject of Dad in general—Hadley knew that reason must be another woman. She’d planned to confront him about it on the ski trip, to step off the plane and thrust an accusing finger at him and demand to know why he wasn’t coming home.
The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer E. Smith