The Secret Life Of Lady Gabriella
"Lady March?"
Ellie's tongue was glued to the roof of her mouth. This was such a mistake. She wasn't a 'lady'. She shouldn't be here. She should own up right now—
"I apologise for keeping you waiting," Jennifer Cochrane continued, 'but there was a crisis at the printers I had to deal with."
Unable to speak, Ellie attempted an answering smile. Even in her borrowed clothes, hair swirled up in a so- phisticated style and wearing more make-up than she'd normally wear in a month, she'd been expecting someone to point a finger at her, shout 'impostor' the moment she'd stepped within the hushed portals of the offices of Milady magazine.
She'd never meant to take it this far.
Never expected to get this far. Wouldn't be here if the idea of her contributing saleable copy to a magazine aimed directly at ladies who, in between chauffeuring their offspring about in top-of- the-range 4x4s, lunched, gossiped and shopped hadn't produced such howls of mirth at her writers' group.
She'd set out to show them—show herself, maybe— that while she might miss the magazine's target audience by a mil ... read full excerpt from The Secret Life of Lady Gabriella ebook
