Endowed

Two weeks touring art galleries in London—that's what my Uncle Stig promised. It was going to be a nice quiet trip with my favorite relative, who also happens to be the US Ambassador to England. The only problem? It's a little too quiet. I crave something more than four o'clock tea and crumpets.

My best friend may be the Cinderella type, but I’m not. While she swans around English castles, I work overtime. I took a weekend off to be her maid of honor as she married Alex, Duke of Fernborough, and planned to hot-foot it home again in time to punch the clock Monday morning. Fairy tale endings are for other girls.

Ken was always the bad boy. The joker, spendthrift, gambler. When we first met, I couldn't get enough of him. In the end, I let him down as gently as I could, but I'm sure he never forgave me. Now, it's two years later. The "reliable" husband I turned to, turned out to be bad news. I came back home to lick my wounds and care for my ill father.