The opening pages of the book:
The hat crooked its finger at Sarah Cummings.
The gesture was sophisticated. Seductive. Irresistible.
Sarah pushed open the shop’s door for a better look from the inside
of the display window. Under a flood of sunlight, the gold bead trim
adorning a narrow crimson brim doubled as a prism, sending hues to chase
and dance around the milliner’s shop.
She did love that hat.
The classic oval shape of the crown and simplicity of design would
make it versatile—worth every penny of the price. The coins in Sarah’s
purse were a long way from sufficient, though. She had not yet attempted
to make a hat herself, but having mastered gowns and suits, she
contemplated her next frontier unafraid. A hat would require such a
small swatch of fabric. The attraction was all in the design and the
trims, and she had a small trunk full of ribbons, beads, and buttons
harvested from gowns over the last three years.
Considering the afternoon she had just experienced, Sarah felt she deserved an indulgence.
“Don’t you just adore that hat?”
Sarah turned toward the voice. The eyes fastened on her were
speckled—she was unsure what color to call them. Not quite blue. Not
quite hazel. Certainly not green. But bright. And not tired at all. She
had seen those eyes before. The not-quite-any color was uncommon enough
to be memorable. But they did not belong to anyone on Prairie Avenue
that Sarah could remember.
“I’ve been marveling at that hat through the window for two weeks,”
the young woman confided. “Even my mother agrees it’s exquisite, and we
rarely agree about any matter of fashion. You should have seen us
choosing gowns for a wedding we attended.”
And then Sarah knew. Florence Pullman’s wedding at the end of April.
The immense parlor of the George Pullman home had been decked in green
and gold, with vast wreaths of orchids and lilies of the valley
cascading down the pillars. Florence had taken her vows in the bay
window, wearing an opulent ivory satin gown. Sarah remembered the train
cut on the bias. Mrs. Pullman had asked Flora Banning for the loan of
her maids, including Sarah, to serve at the reception that lasted until
midnight. More than two hundred people had been there for the gala and
eaten from the five-tiered cake with the angel on top.
Including the owner of this pair of indescribable eyes. The voice
rang familiar to Sarah now as well. She had heard this young woman’s
laugh as she offered her the tray of finger foods and Johnny Hand’s
orchestra played behind the screen of palms. Sarah smiled weakly and
glanced back at the hat. Across the shop, a clerk perked up at the
prospect of business. Sarah estimated the steps that would take her back
to the sidewalk, out of range before the young woman with the laugh and
eyes began to remember as well.
Well...did the beginning of the book leave you wishing for more? If so, you're a lot like Sarah Cummings! She wanted more, more than what she had and she will do just about anything to get it.
Sarah is not a bad person, she's just had rough luck ever since, as a child, her parents were killed in an accident and she was left to live in an orphanage until she became a servant. Can you blame her for wanting more?
The question is...how far will she go to get what she wants and will she miss what's right before her eyes as she strives to become a woman of society instead of one who serves society?
Sarah gets herself into quite a few jams which start in the very first chapter of the book, you know what happens when you tell one little white lie, you end up telling more, and more, and.......
This book has twists and turns that are rather fun, but when disaster strikes, things change....you'll want to read this book if you enjoy historical romance with spunky characters!
*I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for review from Revell, a division of Baker Publishing.