Tracey Davis has been sexting her mystery bloke all summer and still doesn’t know it’s Harry. Then Daphne, drunk and out for blood, drags him into a study at Tracey’s party, records the evidence, and sends it to the one person guaranteed to lose her mind over it. By the time the night’s done, the secret Harry’s kept all summer is in pieces, and so is Tracey’s grudge with Daphne.