Trophy Life by Elli Lewis Read Free Book Online

reverential. Lucy was clearly in the know. Her own family roots didn’t stray far from aristocracy. Her father was a teacher without any upper crust claims, but Lucy’s mother had gone on to become the third wife of a Lord and Lucy had been brought up in the highest of social circles, attending one of the country’s most exclusive girls’ schools. In fact, it was through Lucy that Amy had met Harry. She leaned forward. 'I hear that Justice Harper is a member. Not to mention the Hijinx sisters.'
    Amy flinched at the mention of their name. Due to client confidentiality Lucy never knew about her involvement with the sisters or their property empire.
    'So you think I should?'
    'Of course! I would kill to be a member. It’s an amazing opportunity to really get in with the right crowd.' Switching to a cut-glass accent, she drawled, 'You’re a society wife my dear, it’s time you started acting like it.' Reverting back to her own tones she added, 'Plus you’ll get invited to the most amazing parties and what else are you doing that’s so important?'
    She knew her friend was right about the people and parties. It stung, but she was also right about her not doing anything important. But was this the way she was going to change things? To define herself as a society wife? When she had left the legal world, she hadn’t given any thought to what she might do instead, but she had always imagined she would eventually find a different career. Not that she knew what that might be.
    'I just want to do something that I’m proud of.  Do you know what I mean?'
    'Well they raise bucket loads for charity. That’s important.'
    Amy considered this point for the second time that day. It wasn’t a bad one by any measure. She really could do a lot worse than help needy causes. So why not join? It would definitely be an experience and it would give her time to think about what she could do in the long term.
     
     
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    That evening, Amy was pleased to hear Harry’s key in the door at 8:30. It would be nice to have dinner together. She had been planning on a pizza for one, but she’d have to find something else.
    'Hello,' he said brightly, kissing her on the cheek as he walked into the kitchen.
    'You’re home early.' She tried very hard not to make it sound like an accusation or a guilt trip.
    'It was a light day. Made excellent progress on a couple of big things and of course there was my This Morning interview. Phil and Holly are just great, you know. I always say to them that there’s nowhere I like to be interviewed more,' he chattered as he fixed himself a drink. 'Didn’t you think they did a marvellous job? Phil asked me when I was going to run for Parliament you know.' He chuckled self-deprecatingly. 'I told him not to be ridiculous, but I guess you never know.'
    Rummaging through the American style fridge-freezer in hope of finding a Marks and Spencer ready meal, Amy racked her brain to remember whether he had told her about this interview. Maybe last night? She definitely hadn’t watched it. She would need to YouTube it later. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice her silence.
    'So,' he said, drawing out the word. He looked at her expectantly, hands moving to her shoulders as she closed the freezer door, having come away empty handed. 'I hear congratulations are in order?'
    'Huh?'
    'The Society,' he prompted. 'Mummy’s finally invited you.'
    'Oh, yes,' Amy answered, deliberately blocking out as she always did the fact that he called his mother 'mummy'. Harry and his mother were extremely close. This piece of intel was clearly a result of one of their daily hour-long conversations. Amy wondered what he meant by 'Finally'. Feeling a touch competitive she pushed for more information.
    'How long did it take her to ask Giselle?' Amy had never shaken the feeling that her mother-in-law was not her greatest fan. Nor that she favoured her more beautiful and poised other daughter-in-law.
    'I think Elle was in just before their