It was a disaster from the very moment Anna walked through the door of the dental surgery. Firstly, there were loud popping sounds, making her nervous to the core. Then there was that birthday song, followed by the firing of questions like, What are you going to do now that you’ve turned thirty? and, Will there be a ring anytime soon?

A ring? Why would there be a ring on her finger. She had never even gone on date, let alone known anyone who would want to put a ring on her finger. Who were they asking, a supermodel with a size-two figure?

Once she managed to escape the clucking...