A rollercoaster ride from ruin to Romeos . . .
What do you do when you discover that your partner in love and work is in fact a married man? Caron decamps to London, with only the clothes she stands up in. OK, so she is a little overdressed for May, but this is an emergency . . .
Power dressing in Manhattan is exchanged for window dressing at the local department store - which is trading not only on its reputation from the 60s, but also on its merchandise. Caron is just happy to be keeping a low profile. And how much lower can it go?
Then a change meeting with the dishy chief financial officer and an introduction to the firm Lothario confirms that things are about to change again.
With two potential lovers and an excitable ex on the scene, Caron still finds the time to reform her flatmates' lives, rebuff attempts by her ex to seize her one remaining asset (just a small Picasso), and unearth major fraud in the company accounts. The last thing she is worried about is finding a man, or the thickness of her thighs. She just wants to get on with life . . .