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305 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 9, 2014
I don’t need to be afraid. My differences are what make me special. He knew I was different all along.

"I’ll miss you every summer and every holiday if you don’t come back,” he says, looking at me earnestly. “I’ll miss you every time I see a bell-flower or anything else that reminds me of my friend Ginny Rockford.”EVERY TIME HE SEES A BELL-FLOWER, HE'LL MISS HER. *dies laughing* What an amazing fucking 13 year old.

A few days after my fateful meeting with Harry Morgan, I arrive at a conference room in the Tribeca Grand Hotel, where Basil Crawford, the esteemed etiquette expert, is waiting for me. He looks like some kind of Victorian gentleman off to the races, with his navy suit over a pale blue vest and silk ascot, topped off by an actual top hat.And Ginny's new position enables her to be the a royal Lady-in-waiting, among other things, la-fucking-di-da!
“As a duchess, you’ll make numerous appearances per year, from lending your support at charity dinners and Oxford events to hosting festivities for the Wickersham locals at Rockford Manor, and potentially following in your grandmother’s footsteps by serving as a lady-in-waiting at royal ceremonies. You’ll certainly be at the next royal wedding, whenever Prince Harry decides to get himself hitched!”And in 2014 England, it's good to know that some things still remain the same, like the class system. Come on, all my British buddies. You can be honest with me. This is what it's still like over there, right?
“The British peerage has existed for centuries, and might I add that it’s worked quite well for the most part,” Basil says, arching an eyebrow. “We British like to have a purpose, a role to play, on the great stage of society. Everyone from a duchess to a housekeeper has her own important place in this world, her own unique set of superiors and inferiors. Categories and titles are simply what we’re accustomed to, and we’ve found that they help society run smoothly.”Apparently, in this still-existing class and social hiierarchy, I would be a peasant.Ginny has a personal maid.
“You’re the duchess; of course you have your own maid,” Alfie says with a grin. “Her name is Maisie Mulgrave. You’ll like her—she’s only a couple of years older than you. And you mustn’t ever feel uncomfortable on her behalf. Maisie considers it a real treat to shop for her mistress. She told me on the way home that it was the best day she’d had in a long while.”A butler. Scores of servants. And of course, in the 21st century, naturally, an entire fucking town still lines up to welcome home their itinerant Duchess.
Alfie rolls down all four windows, and a deafening cheer erupts. I smile shyly at the men and women flourishing their banners, and I wave to the children jumping up and down alongside the car.This IS the 21st century, right?
“Those are your townspeople and tenants,” Alfie tells me. “On occasions like weddings, or a new duke or duchess stepping into the title, they gather for a formal welcome to pay their respects. It’s tradition.”

Every indication points to the person who inhabited this room still being among the living. Fresh flowers spill out of crystal vases on Lucia’s bedside table, above the fireplace, and on the corner of her desk. I shudder at the realization that Mrs. Mulgrave must be changing her flowers every day. What a macabre ritual.There's the stately old butler, Alfie (Frith), the jovial, eager to please brother Theo (Jack), the gardener (Max's best friend Frank).
“She gave me a gift for the Stanhopes that turned out to be one of Lucia’s belongings—a present from Sebastian. She made me look like a total bitch, trying to hurt him by reminding him of Lucia. What kind of person does that?” I shake my head in disgust.The affair. The fire. The suspicion. The near-arrest. All sad, weak, entirely nonsensical attempts at recreating the classic.
“Well, I’m definitely grateful, especially considering I don’t have your fashion sense. Where did you get it from?”Save your money. Skip this book. The original can be found for free at every library across the land, even if you don't enjoy it, I can guarantee you that it will still be exponentially better than this piece of trash.
I cringe as soon as the words are out of my mouth; I didn’t mean to sound so condescending. But I do wonder—how could a girl who’s been raised as a maid have such exceptional taste and know so much about high-end designers?

