Jane Laine is only trying to retrieve her favorite pair of black pants from her boyfriend's apartment when she discovers a vase of daisies on the mantel, with a romantic card from a woman named Daisy. In spite of this overly-cute and uncreative gift, Daisy is apparently Jack's new girlfriend, which is a shocking death blow for Jane's two- year relationship with the man she believed was the true love of her life.

Jane can't get any sympathy from her mother, either. Rather than convert Jane's old bedroom into something normal like a sewing room, her mother has let it go to the dogs (literally!) by breeding miniature schnauzers. Jane might actually like the dogs if her mother didn't over-indulge their every whim, including doggy therapy and cross-country trips to visit their tiny schnauzer offspring. Instead, Jane feels bemused, neglected and embarrassed by her parents' devotion to the three most important members of the family.

Although Jane attempts to wallow in self-pity, she constantly receives phone calls from friends and coworkers at the preeminent contemporary art gallery where she is a manager. She works for Dick Reese, an art dealer so influential and so horrible to his employees that everyone works with the knowledge and fear that Reese will either fire them or ruin their careers if they screw up.

After a small mistake involving the purchase of the wrong candy for a major art event, Jane's fear of her boss is realized. She's ordered to accompany the gallery's premier sculptor on a five-month world tour of art fairs and galleries. Since her other option is permanent unemployment, Jane begrudgingly follows artist Ian Rhys- Fitzsimmons from London to Rome to Chicago to Santa Fe with his huge unnamed metal sculptures, all the while trying to figure out his brightly colored clothing, his flirtations with PR bimbos and whether he's a fabulous sculptor or just a gigantic fake.

Alison Pace sets her romance in the exclusive world of high-priced contemporary art, giving us a glimpse of a New York career that's thankfully not the over-used publishing world of so many other chick lit novels. Jane Laine's perspective on her months in London and Rome is refreshing, as she's working more often than playing the indulgent tourist. Short episodic chapters are each introduced by Andy Warhol quotes, although the art references should not intimidate the novice art enthusiast - - at heart this is just a fun story. Andy Warhol didn't have a girlfriend, but if he did, one hopes she would have written a feel-good novel like this one!