Excerpted from The Cocktail Dress by laird Borelli-Persson © 2009.
“Sometimes people shoot Marc in a sensational way,” laird says.
laird Borrelli-Persson is the senior features editor at Style.com, the online home of Vogue and W magazines.
When I get on the phone with Georgie, I ask her who told her the story of the cook, the laird, his wife and the Queen Mother.
What said your landlord, the laird of Saint Ronan's, to all this?
He used to walk frequently on the moss where the laird Fisher sunk his shaft.
He was the cleverest man I ever knew, and the best—except Taffy and the laird and your dear son!
Frightened out of his wits, the laird was only too glad to comply.
“You would be much more foolish throwing it backwards and forwards and not catching anything,” remarked the laird.
The laird's lady continued to behave to her in the most supercilious fashion.