Alice Rochester walked straight to the front of the line outside Emerald’s, the exclusive Members Only club in Mayfair where she was meeting her boarding-school chums. People glared at her and muttered under their breath. Too bad for them. When you have a father as powerful as Richard Rochester, you don’t wait around on the street.
“Hi there, Graham,” Alice purred, flashing her most charming smile.
“Evening, Miss Rochester,” the doorman said, touching his blue cap and lifting open the club’s heavy velvet curtain for her. Alice brushed past, trailing a cloud of...