The outfit was meant to get Will's attention, not that of the minicab driver, the workmen on the corner with their hard hats and hard-ons, and the suited cityboys at the bar.ĭraining the lukewarm dregs of her 'house speciality' cocktail she toyed with the idea of another round. She'd been waiting for over half an hour, which didn't seem like a long time when she was curled up at home on the sofa watching Sex and the City - one minute it was the opening credits and Sarah Jessica Parker was stumbling around in a tutu, the next it was all over and the commercials were on - but it was a completely different storyline when she was marooned in the West End in a brand new pair of killer heels and a dress that should read 'do not wear unaccompanied' next to the dry-clean-only instructions. Being stood up was bad enough, but by her boyfriend. Sitting conspicuously by herself at a table for two in a fashionable bar-cum-restaurant in Soho, she glanced self-consciously at her watch - nearly 7:30 - and tried to ignore the pitying glances of the cozy couples around her. How would you feel if you were stood up? Embarrassed? Upset? Pissed off? 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title. Suddenly it's time for fair Juliet to decide whether she and Sykes are meant-to-be star-crossed lovers - or whether Romeo has been right by her side all along. When Juliet gets back, Will's all sweet again and Sykes pitches an ad campaign suspiciously similar to Juliet's. So sorry that he whisks Juliet away for a romantic weekend in Verona, the storied home of her Shakespearean namesake. To Juliet's surprise, the mystery driver turns out to be an adman named Sykes - her competition for the hot account - and he's awfully sorry about the splashing.

The course of true love never did run smooth

On top of having to win a big advertising account at work it's a wonder Juliet doesn't collapse into a puddle herself. What's worse he was gorgeous, the kind of guy you dream would sweep you off your feet.or at least remember you on Valentine's Day. Then some jerk in a fancy car splashes her with icky London rain water, takes a good, hard look at her, and drives away.

Juliet is already wondering whether her live-in boyfriend Will has lost his lust for life - and for her - when tragedy strikes: He stands her up.

Calling romeo by alexandra potter