Tag: The Novel Serialised

We are in Newport in September. With no urgent business anywhere else, we’ve stayed on until the very end of summer. Jack wants Topper to come work for him in the Senate. “Do you want to?” I ask as we sit down to dinner on our first night back. “I told him I’d think about…

At the last minute, I decide to go home for my birthday. I tell Topper I miss Miss Mary, which is true enough. He says he understands. “I think you should go alone,” he says. “I think you need quality time down there, and not have to entertain me.” He’s standing by the desk, facing…

Tilly and Buddy are married on the last Saturday of July at Grace Church in the City. The bride wears a loose-fitted dress, for obvious reasons. No one comments, not even the catty social pages, whom Tilly’s father has quietly bribed into discretion. The reception is a tasteful affair at The Pierre, the guest list…

I’m at the Ritz in Paris with Tilly and Cornelia. We’re here for the final fittings of Tilly’s wedding dress. It’s July, and Paris is sweltering, humid and close, the kind of heat that makes me regret coming at all. Every time I step outside, I feel coated in the city’s ever-present soot, sticky and…

The results are back for our exams and our theses.Tilly: summa cum laude. Me: magna cum laude. Tilly says it’s only because I’ve been busy with boys that I didn’t graduate summa like she did. “You’ve been juggling two of the country’s most eligible bachelors, from opposite ends of the social strata. That’s quite a…

Mrs Montgomery is with Topper when he picks me up from Idlewild. She embraces me, calls me “darling daughter,” and is far more polite than she has ever been. I send Topper a questioning look; he just shakes his head and moves to guide his mother into the front seat, only for her to chirp…

Mabel and I are at The Peabody, making sure everything is in order for her upcoming nuptials. Mabel is disappointed that Topper isn’t coming. “How rude of him,” she exclaims. I shrug. “You have to bring someone,” she insists. “I’ve put you two down.” I sigh. “But I told you it would just be me…

The boy is nervous about going on, the venue is only half full in Philadelphia. The Northeast hasn’t been won over by him, and it stands in stark contrast to the rest of the country. I feel almost embarrassed on behalf of Pennsylvania and all these places where I spent so many of my formative…