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CHAPTER ONE

‘AMELIA? IS THAT Amelia Mayfield?’

Milly pressed thethat she had been stupid enough to pick up the call How ive about this job?

She was going to be a chalet girl! Teeks of cooking and looking after a fa prih she hadn’t done this before She had, two years ago, for three months before she’d started the hotel job in London

‘Yes’ She sighed, allowing her eyes to drift over the pure, dazzling canvas of white snow all around her It had been a fantastic trip, just the thing to clear her head and get her mind off her miserable situation She had travelled in style and she had enjoyed every second of it It was almost a shame that she was now in the back seat of the chauffeur-driven SUV with her destination only half an hour away

‘You haven’t been picking up your phone!’ The voice down the other end was sharp and accusatory Milly could picture the other wo at her desk in Mayfair, her shiny blond hair scraped back with an Alice band, her long perfectlyimpatiently on her desk

Sandra King had interviewed her not once but three tih she had resented having to give the job to someone small and round with red hair when there were so irls with cut-glass accents, braying laughs and shiny blond hair scraped back with Alice bands

But, as she had made clear with unnecessarily cruel satisfaction, this particular family wanted so the señora wanted was a floozy whowith her rich husband

Milly, who had looked up the fale after her first interview, had only just ed not to snort with disbelief because the husband in question was definitely not the sort of htand the wrong side of fifty, but he was filthy rich, and she supposed that that was as co a rock star Not that she was in thewith anyone, anyway

‘Sorry, Sandra’ She grinned because she knew that Sandra didn’t like being called by her first na’, or ‘Skipper’ to the chosen few The other girls in the exclusive agency that dealt specifically with part-time positions to the rich and famous called her Skipper, one of those silly nicknauessed had been concocted in whatever posh boarding school they had all attended

‘The service has been a bit iffy ever since I left Londonand I can’t talk for long because e’ Not strictly true but she didn’t need yet another check list of the various things the special fas the special little kids, aged four and six, insisted on doing before they went to bed She didn’t need to be reminded of what she could and couldn’t wear, or say or couldn’t say

Milly had never known people to be as fussy with just about everything The family for whom she had worked two years previously had been jolly, outdoorsy and amenable

But she wasn’t coht be fussy but the pay was fabulous and, more importantly, the job removed her from the vicinity of Robbie, Emily and heartbreak