Ada avait construit sa vie, elle en était contente, en tout cas elle croyait l'être. Elle avait l'air heureuse en couple, avait eu un enfant, prévoyait même de se marier, et pof... elle était tombée sur Paul... Un écrivain en plus, ce Paul, et qui vit seul avec sa fille, a une mère des plus envahissantes, et qui a la mauvaise idée de perdre son père alors même que cette histoire commence à peine... La vie s'accélère. Il était temps.

Ada aveva programmato la propria esistenza e ne era felice, o almeno credeva di esserlo. Sembrava soddisfatta della vita di coppia, aveva avuto un bambino, aveva anche progettato di sposarsi. Poi, improvvisamente, la donna s'imbatte in Paul, scrittore e padre single dell'adolescente Camille.

Ada was settled in her life, she was pleased with it, or thought she was. She was one half of a couple who seemed happy, she’d had a child, was even due to get married, and wham… she met Paul… And this Paul was writer to boot, who lived alone with his grown daughter, had an exceedingly intrusive mother, and had the unfortunate idea of losing his father when this story had hardly got off the ground… Life started to gather speed. It was about time.