At ten o'clock the next morning, Mary was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Mary Borthman, soon to be Mary Johnson, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London.
Jane thought that some people were just born lucky. "Oh, Mary, what the hell happened to your eyes? You look dead. Where is the makeup artist? Cover that
