Caught in the crossfire
Caroline was a black satin kind of girl. A strappy sky-high stiletto loving Martini-drinking kind of girl. And Georgina, well, Georgina looked very much like a floral organza kind of girl. A ribbon sporting, slipper wearing, Babycham-drinking kind of girl.
All of which could explain why they’d never really seen eye to eye. But then there was also their longstanding rivalry for the affections of the Honourable Tarquin Ponsonby-Smythe. Their fight at the Prince Rupert Ball would never be forgotten, especially by those unfortunates caught in the crossfire of chrysanthemums and roses….
It’s that pattern time of week again- Hurrah!
(As ever, click on a pic for the listings…)