Marge Webster has always known what she wanted, and how to accomplish it. As editor-in-chief of Lady Fair magazine, she’s got influence and fame, a social calendar as packed as her closet, and a gorgeous attorney boyfriend.
Release Date: November 13th, 2018
Marge Webster has always known what she wanted, and how to accomplish it. As editor-in-chief of Lady Fair magazine, she’s got influence and fame, a social calendar as packed as her closet, and a gorgeous attorney boyfriend. Jerry is successful, loving, and ready to settle down. As for Marge—she just feels exhausted. Maybe that explains her weak knees and fluttering heartbeat when she runs into Sam Packard, her high-school crush.
Back then, Sam was the most popular and charismatic guy around. He didn’t always understand Marge’s dreams, but their connection was undeniable. Marge isn’t that awestruck girl anymore—but for the first time in her life, she has no idea which path to follow. Maybe the answer is to step back, take a doctor-ordered European vacation, and explore exactly what and who makes her happy. The answers might surprise everyone—especially Marge…
**can easily be read as a standalone**
EXCERPT
It was just too good a day not to be outside in the sun. The retailers’ meeting had gone really well and ended early with smiles all around. She was ahead of schedule for her lunch appointment and the city was inviting her to come out and breathe a little.
“Luke. Stop the car.” She looked at her
watch—a gift from Hermès—and said, “I have some time. I’m going to walk from
here. You go on to the restaurant and wait for me till it’s time to go back to
the office.”
“Okay, Ms. Webster.” Before Marge could
move, Luke was out of the car and came around to open the door for her. “Nice
day for a walk,” he said. “Summer’s winding down. It’ll be fall soon.”
“Yes.” She smiled. “You can feel it in
the air.” It seemed, despite Piero Massione’s childish behavior, the world was
full of smiles now.
“You sure can. Need to enjoy what’s
left of the good weather.” Luke smiled, too. “Have a good one,” he said, and he
got back into the car.
Marge watched the big black town car
blend in with the rest of the traffic—the moving mass of other big black town
cars and boxy yellow taxis, the private cars, the buses, and the trucks that
made the city feel
always on the go.
She turned away and smiled again; she’d
just slipped out of the day’s tightly packed schedule and found a little escape
time just for herself. It didn’t happen often. It certainly didn’t happen often
enough. She really needed just a small escape—needed to get away from her
mental to-do list. She took one big, deep breath and looked around, looked to
see where she had landed.
It was an ordinary neighborhood street,
somewhere in the Village. Small shops, some brownstones, people just quietly
going about their business. Babies in strollers. Dogs being walked. Teenagers
falling in love. A city street. Always a treat. Better than any television
screen for variety, humanity, action, the potential for drama, a laugh,
something new.
She took off her jacket, hooked it over
her arm and started to walk. A man passed her, turned to look, and kept going.
At the corner, a street vendor was filling the air with the irresistible aroma
of honey roasted nuts. She paused at his cart, checked her watch once
more—forty minutes till she had to meet Bridey—decided she could indulge in a
snack before lunch. She paid her dollar and started to walk away with her paper
bag of honey roasted peanuts. But an idea stopped her. She turned and watched
as a mother and her little boy approached the cart. The mother gave her boy the
money to buy a bag. And Marge thought about it.
Street food in New York.
Surprisingly, it really is very good. Good, and often very interesting. Might
be an idea to discuss with Bridey. See what she thought of a piece on the
street food of New York. It would make an amusing story. “What to Wear While
Dining Out.” With the emphasis on “out,” of course.
Always new ideas. Can’t help it.
I just love the magazine so much.
She really needed to take more breaks
like this one.
I know. I know. Doctor Diaz says
I have to ease up a little. Working too hard.
She did a little deep breathing,
quietly, as she walked along. Marge would never let anyone know, but it was
beginning to worry her. Carrying it all on her shoulders. She was feeling the
stress, she was seeing the
signs of overwork, the wound-up overdrive of her thoughts
that kept her from falling asleep. The little wrinkles forming at her lips. The
need for concealer under her eyes.
But who would—who could—run Lady
Fair as skillfully as she did? Marge knew it
was her ability to be the calm in the eye of the storm that was her major
asset—that had gotten her hired for this job at the impossibly early age of
twenty-nine.
She’d first come to the notice of the
magazine’s owners early on, when she was a young features editor, first months
on the job, and an article of hers won an ASME award. Not bad for a rookie. Not
bad for anyone! Then, a month later, there was her memo to upper
management suggesting a cost-cutting digital innovation that resulted in an
annual bottom-line savings of more than eighty thousand dollars. And the
clincher came the day a crazy ex-con broke through the lobby security
downstairs and ran naked through Lady
Fair’s reception area, waving a long Tanaka
knife. While the receptionist cringed behind her chrome and glass desk,
paralyzed with terror, and the staff trembled in the corridors and behind their
locked doors, it was the still-a-rookie Marge whose gentle and sympathetic
voice talked the man down and kept him quiet until the police arrived to escort
him out of the building, wrapped up in a gorgeous blue floral wool-and-silk
shawl from Gucci, produced at the last minute by one of the
design people, out of the nearest fashion closet.
When an ABC reporter did the interview
about the incident for the evening news, Marge credited the outfit she’d been
wearing. “It was probably the charcoal gray Valentino I had on. It’s a very
no-nonsense business suit, suitable for handling any office crisis. Maybe,” she
added, “he thought I was his parole officer.”
But it wasn’t only Marge’s steel in the
face of danger together with her light touch that got her noticed. She was a
brilliant writer, knew how to work to a deadline, and understood the difference
between a good story and an indispensable story. She’d proven she understood
the dollars and cents of the industry, and she had a respect for its full
product range from the low end of a strip mall’s ready-to-wear to the haute couture of the most exclusive salons.
And, perhaps the most important skill
in a potential editor in chief, Marge had not only a passion for fashion but a
sure sense of its exact place in today’s social scene as well as in the scene
that would appear over tomorrow’s horizon.
What no one included in the mix, not
even Marge herself, was what it was costing her to be cool and effective, day
in and day out. No one, that is, except Dr. Martine Diaz who had been telling
her to take it easier.
About the author:
Joan Myra Bronston grew up in New York City, married her college sweetheart, and went with him to Germany for a year while he was in the Army and where she worked as a telex operator and mail clerk. They then moved to Austria where Joan spent five years teaching at an international school. She is the mother of three wonderful girls and the grandmother of a super-wonderful grandson. Joan was also a secretary, social investigator, and psychiatric researcher, before entering law school and eventually becoming a corporate attorney. In addition to her years in Europe, Joan has lived in Pittsburgh, Chicago, and, for 18 years, Salt Lake City. At last, she has closed the circle and returned to her first and most beloved—New York City.
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