The Girl from The Savoy

“And then you came along and I remembered who I am. You helped me to find the man I want to be. You helped me more than you can ever know. And for that, I thank you, Miss Lane. I have grown to care for you deeply.”

“The thing is, Miss Lane, that I’ve spent my entire life trying to live up to other people’s expectations—my father’s, my lieutenant’s, my so-called friends’. I jump to others’ commands. I take aim and pull the trigger when they tell me to.

Sometimes it gives you a Chanel gown. That’s the way of it. You just have to make the most of whatever you’re given.”

To them, this is just another dull October afternoon, but to me it is an exciting medley of noise and chaos; a place without restrictions and rules.

“Hope!” I laugh. “Hope is a dangerous thing, darling. It is usually followed by disappointment and too much gin.”

irrevocably by the long years between. Now I cling to Perry and afternoon tea at Claridge’s like a life raft, holding on with grim determination, even if his habitual tardiness irritates me immensely and gives me a daylong headache.