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ONE MONTH LATER

Andrew picked up his phone as it buzzed, seeing Caroline's name flash across the screen. "Hello?" he asked.

"Andy, its Caroline. I've got to see you," the voice on the other end replied. "Are you at home?"

"With my parents. What's wrong?" Andrew asked, running his hands through his hair.

"I'll tell you when I get there," Caroline said.

He could hear a sense of urgency in her voice and he wondered what was going on. He didn't have to wonder the long because he got an alert a second later from the front gate and her car came to a stop between his parents' and Molly's in the driveway shortly after. Andrew barely made it to the kitchen door before his manager burst inside.

"Caroline, what's going on?" he asked.

"Have you seen the Sunday Times?" Caroline asked, shrugging her coat off and pulling her bag over her shoulder.

"No...why?" Andrew asked. "Tea, Caroline?" Seeing his manager in such a state had him concerned and he wanted something to keep his hands busy.

"Yes, that'd be grand," she replied distractedly, looking at her phone. "Is Molly about?"

"In her office," he said. "Revising, I think."

"Could you get her, please?" Caroline asked. "Are your parents through here?"

"In the front room," he nodded as the kettle dinged. He poured water over the tea bag and picked up the hot mug and carried it through to the front room, knocking on Molly's office door as he went. "Hun? Caroline's here. She says she needs to talk to you about something," he said, sticking his head in the room. "Sounds urgent."

She looked up from her textbook. "Yeah. I'll be there in a second."

He found Caroline standing in front of the fireplace, hands on her hips. "Caroline, have a seat and tell me what is happening. Did someone die or something?"

"I'll tell you when Molly gets here," she replied, taking the hot mug from his hands.

"Must be serious if you came all the way out here on a Sunday," his mother said.

"Hey Caroline, what's up?" Molly asked, coming into the front room and sitting next to Andrew on the sofa.

His manager produced a copy of the Sunday Times, flopping it onto the coffee table wordlessly. Molly read the text on the front page and felt her stomach drop to her feet. Hozier's Dating a Gypsy! stared back at her in large block letters over top of a photo of the two of them taken back in Los Angeles, walking down the street hand-in-hand.

"What is this?" Andrew asked, picking the newspaper up with shaking hands and flipping to the story.

Musician Hozier, who is informally known as Andrew Hozier-Byrne, has a new lady in his life and her origins will shock you. Molly Stanley, 29, hails from Los Angeles, California where she was a successful solicitor for a legal aide organization there. However, what is most interesting about Ms. Stanley's past is not the fact that she is American or that she was a successful solicitor; rather, the fact that she is 100% Romanichal gypsy.

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