A Summer to Remember. Victoria Connelly

walled garden, which was smothered with a vigorous white rose, perfuming the air with its delicious scent. When she’d babysat, much of her time had been spent indoors and she hadn’t really got to know the gardens; a great shame, as they were so lovely. Perhaps she’d be able to explore them now though, she thought, imagining being able to take her tea breaks on a bench surrounded by lavender and birdsong.

      ‘New secretary, you say?’ the girl asked.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘You must be brave to take Dudley on,’ Faye said, tucking a dark curl behind her ear and leaving a streak of dirt across her rosy cheek.

      ‘Oh, I don’t know about that. You should have seen my last boss,’ Nina grinned.