Cattle Baron: Nanny Needed
A Saturday afternoon in late spring. October in the Southern Hemisphere.
Glorious sunshine, vibrant blue sky, the sweet warbling of a thousand unseen birds sheltering in the cool density of trees. A white limousine pulled up outside the lovely old Anglican church of St Cecilia's, one in a stately procession bearing guests to the "Wedding of the Year". As a caption, "Wedding of the Year" was more hackneyed than most, but that was how Zara Fraser, society columnist for the Weekend Mail, phrased it at the behest of her boss, a golfing pal of Sir Clive Erskine, the bride's grandfather. Be that as it may, it was difficult for Zara to quibble. This was definitely a big society wedding.
Nearly everyone on the bride's guest list was mega-rich; on the bridegroom's side the usual sprinkling of savvy young lawyers with their dressed-to-the-teeth partners, a lesser sprinkling of everyday folk struggling with the kids, the mortgage and keeping it all together. As for the bride's soon-to-be in-laws, they had taken off on a round trip to Antarctica and thus couldn't attend. It had been suggested at a mid-week dinner party that they had deliberately planned their ... read full excerpt from: Cattle Baron: Nanny Needed ebook
