Emily Taylor

**Dottie** Wherever Dottie went, she turned heads. The way she dressed made the entire supermarket staff—where

**Diary Entry** I’ll never forget the day I saw the boy by the fence. I’d been working as a housekeeper

**Diary Entry – Summer with Mother-in-Law** “Charlotte, love, what if I stayed with you for the summer?

The winter holidays were drawing to a close. The rich feasts of roast dinners, mince pies, and puddings

“Victor, forgive me,” she said, her voice calm but somehow unfamiliar. “I couldn’t

Emily Thompson carefully arranged the plates on the dining table, adjusted the napkins, and glanced at

“Mum, that tramp is here again!” Emily wrinkled her nose in disgust. “He’s not a tramp!

**A Paper Crane on the Pavement Led Me to the Truth About My Father’s Disappearance** My life was ordinary

The hushed murmur of London’s elite filled the elegant restaurant, blending with the delicate clink of

Friday night at The Rose & Crown was the height of sophistication. Crystal goblets shimmered beneath