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?
We meant to carry on the deception next morning, but the laird was too happy for concealment.
He was the cleverest man I ever knew, and the best—except Taffy and the laird and your dear son!
There's an act in the laird o' Grant's court, that no abune eleven speak at ance.
“You would be much more foolish throwing it backwards and forwards and not catching anything,” remarked the laird.
Ye're ower het and ower fu', sib to some o' the laird's tenants.