Instead, the castle solicitor had put long-suffering and hardworking Eve in charge. Marlowe Castle had purchased the Cressmouth Gazette from Eve’s father, who’d wanted to shut it down when he retired. Eve had married Sébastien le Duc to the dismay of every unwed woman for miles, and now had her very own newspaper. Meg’s bosom friend Eve had fallen in love with one of the dashing le Duc brothers-the slightly less ridiculously handsome one, in Meg’s studied opinion, although she wouldn’t tell her bosom friend that. This had been one of the least boring months in recent history.
Oh, very well, Meg had technically been christened Miss Margaret Damaris Brouillard Church, but who wanted to waste time on anything that stuffy and boring? With her arms full of fresh-cut flowers nicked from the castle greenhouse, Meg Church burst into her best friend’s gorgeous new office.
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