Taking a work call for my best friend in my undies? Check. Filling in for her after an emergency and getting mistaken for her? Check. Royally messing it all up until the hot duke-in-waiting I hate but can’t keep my hands off steps in to save me? Uh, check… Yes, yes, that all sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Until you consider I now have to plan and execute an 80th birthday party for the Dowager Duchess of Devon, and I can’t organize my hairbrushes. The current duchess is the ultimate type A personality, determined to micromanage the entire thing. I’m a…
I read. And quilt. A lot.