Escape to the Country Kitchen (THE FEYWOOD SISTERS #1) by Hannah Langdon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Hannah Langdon
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Juliet raised her head an inch from the brocade sofa cushion and instantly
regretted it. It was throbbing with pain and the room spun sickeningly. She
dropped it again, feeling the raised pattern settle back into the grooves it
had left on her cheek. Maybe she could just stay here for – oh, about a
hundred years, until she felt better? But she could feel someone looking at
her, and she opened her right eye a fraction to see who it could be. Her eye
met two dark brown ones, staring at her keenly.
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‘Oh, it’s you, Moriarty,’ she croaked, lifting a feeble hand to pat his
head. He was a small, hairy black dog of indeterminate breed. ‘Morning.
Ugh, I suppose I’d better get up…’
Hauling herself to a sitting position, she wiped away a little trickle of
dribble from the side of her mouth and made sure to open both eyes. Then,
under Moriarty’s confused gaze, she picked up a discarded circular silver
tray from a large, buttoned leather pouffe, rubbed it with a corner of the
cushion to wipe away the drinks rings and contemplated her smeary
reflection.
Good grief. Last night she had aimed for a Louise
Brooks/vintage Hollywood sort of look, with her severe dark bob and pale
skin, but today she looked more like a vampire in need of some blood. She
tugged fruitlessly at her hair, which was either sticking out at strange angles
or stuck to her cushion-imprinted cheek, and peered at her blotchy skin.
Lifting a tentative hand to her mouth, she huffed experimentally and
recoiled at her own foul breath. No wonder poor Moriarty looked
concerned. She groaned as the door opened. Who was it now?
‘Morning, Juliet.’
‘Oh, God, do you have to speak so loudly?’
It was her sisters, Martha and Frankie, both looking as appalling as she
did, in their own way. Frankie probably pulled it off the best, as she usually
rocked a sort of dishevelled chic anyway, with her short dyed blonde crop
and uniform of torn jeans and band T-shirts. The shadows under her eyes
were darker than usual, and her skin a sickly shade of greenish white, but
her mischievous grin was undiminished.
Martha was usually the freshestlooking of the three, with her innocent, rounded face and long chestnut hair
with its fringe that she was permanently pushing away from her eyes, as she
never got around to having it cut. Neither was dressed, but at least they had
managed to crawl into pyjamas and not just pass out on the sofa fully
clothed. Mind you, Juliet had done it in the most spectacular beaded and
sequinned dress, hired for the occasion, which had helped to make her the
undisputed belle of her Bright Young Things-themed party. Despite how she
looked now, last night she had oozed chic.
‘Morning, girls.’ She winced as pain shot through her head. ‘Do you
feel as bloody awful as I do?’
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