The altar overflowed with white and yellow spring flowers, the brasswork gleamed, and even the ancient organ was in fine tune, thanks to a generous last-minute donation towards its restoration made by the baby’s grandparents Duke and Duchess of Claremont. Millie stood with the rest of the christe...
But this time he wasn’t alone. He was deep in conversation with a woman, a hard-looking blonde a few years older than Jennifer. She felt a strange, panicky stirring in the pit of her stomach as she watched them, their heads close together, laughing. Jennifer hurried towards them. As she drew clos...
‘I have never been so insulted in my life!’ she said. ‘How dare they say there is a problem with my credit?’ ‘I know, Mother,’ Lucy sighed. ‘I have been one of Madame Vachet’s best customers for the last ten years,’ her mother continued. ‘I helped make her name when she fi...
Her first three days on Wren hadn’t been a spectacular success. As far as Sister Wren was concerned, she seemed to make a mess of everything. ‘Why are you taking so long?’ she’d demanded that morning, as Millie returned from collecting up the breakfast dishes. ‘You’re here...
She left the Nurses’ Home early, before Sulley’s cart came to collect them all, and tramped the two miles to the hospital in the dark rather than run the risk of meeting Connor. She was on duty on Female Medical, but spent most of her time checking her watch and looking nervously out of the windo...
His eating habits were truly disgusting, even worse than her brothers’. She could hardly bear to lift her gaze from her own plate, he made her feel so sick. ‘Would you like me to help cut that up for you, ducks?’ she offered through gritted teeth. D...
They were a mixed bunch, to say the least. Reginald Collins, a timid little accountant, scribbled figures on the blotter in front of him, while local MP Gerald Munroe examined his fingernails and the aged Lady Fenella Brake snoozed quietly. On the opposite side of the table sat Malcolm Eaton, the...