At twenty-seven years old, Libby thinks there's a lot to be said for a rich husband. So when Nick comes along - lovely, funny, handsome Nick, who has no money whatsoever, lives in a grotty North London bedsit and thinks the perfect night out consists of the pub, his mates and a few pints - she decides he's only good for a fling.
Investment banker Ed, on the other hand, could possibly be
the answer. His house in Regent's Park more than makes up for his hideous moustache, she can probably overlook his irritating habits, and anyway he's crazy about her. But does
Libby really know what she needs? Is she just in love with being loved? Is she loving the lifestyle, rather than the man?
Eventually Libby makes her choice.
Let's just hope it's the right one ...
