I laughed and shook my head. ‘I don’t think so. My mum doesn’t really go out. And it’s not my cup of tea.’

‘Like films with subtitles weren’t your cup of tea?’

I frowned at him. ‘I’m not your project, Will. This isn’t My Fair Lady.’

‘Pygmalion.’

‘What?’

‘The play you’re referring to. It’s Pygmalion. My Fair Lady is just its bastard offspring.

Autore: Jojo Moyes

I laughed and shook my head. ‘I don’t think so. My mum doesn’t really go out. And it’s not my cup of tea.’<br /><br />‘Like films with subtitles weren’t your cup of tea?’<br /><br />I frowned at him. ‘I’m not your project, Will. This isn’t My Fair Lady.’<br /><br />‘Pygmalion.’<br /><br />‘What?’<br /><br />‘The play you’re referring to. It’s Pygmalion. My Fair Lady is just its bastard offspring. - Jojo Moyes

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