Little Lady, Big Apple by Hester Browne

Author:Hester Browne [Browne, Hester]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Adult, Mystery, Humour, cookie429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9781416514930
Publisher: Pocket
Published: 2006-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The ladies' loos were just as chilly and elegant as the rest of the restaurant. Once safely inside the cubicle, I scrabbled in my bag for my emergency needle and thread and soon had my hem tacked up. I was biting the thread and wondering what on earth I could do to rescue my hair when the door opened and I heard a pair of high heels click-clack in.

I slipped off my shoes, squirted them with fresh cologne, and checked my watch. I was now twenty-three minutes late.

Obviously the woman outside hadn't seen my locked door, because I heard her start to mutter, "Step up to the plate, Sally, step up to the plate, Sally." Then she stopped, and, to my embarrassment, I caught the sound of a deep sob.

I waited for a moment to give her a chance to leave without seeing me.

Twenty-four minutes. Oh, God, I really couldn't be much later.

I flushed the loo to warn her I was on my way out, paused, then pushed open the door.

When she saw me in the mirror, she hastily began powdering her nose with a gold compact, but it was clear that she'd been crying. A mobile phone was out on the counter, noticeably not ringing. I knew that feeling.

I washed my hands and met her gaze in the mirror.

She was about my age, but with the sort of impeccable middle-aged style that only very rich young women can pull off: dark bobbed hair, a triple strand of pearls, and perfect "no-makeup" makeup, now slightly smudged. I tried an encouraging smile as I made what adjustments I could to my crumpled appearance. "If it got this hot in London, I think we'd probably have to close the entire city down!" I said, to break the awkward moment.

She turned her huge brown eyes on me. "You're from London?"

I nodded.

"Gosh, could I ask you something?" She bit her perfect pink lip with small white teeth.

"Please do!" I said, trying not to look at my watch.

"What's the best way to get a British woman on your side? Like, what can I do to really let her know that I'm a good person?" There was the faintest tremor of hysteria in her voice, and she gripped the side of the sink. "And that my daughter is a really good person also?"

"Ah, well, if I knew the answer to that I wouldn't haw been sacked quite so often!" I said, then, seeing the tight cords of desperation spring up in her neck, I added, "I think the key is not to try too hard, really."

The lady stared at me as if I were barking mad. "I'm talking about St. Perpetua… I'm talking about a very prestigious school here in Manhattan. I've gone beyond trying. The headmistress is British, and she is simply impossible to please. We've donated, we've had influential friends write letters on our behalf, I've pulled every string I own to get Tom Ford to redesign the uniform, and still she said no!

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