Katy Birchall

Dramas of a Teenage Heiress


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      First published in Great Britain 2018

      by Egmont UK Limited

      The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN

      Text copyright © 2018 Katy Birchall

      The moral rights of the author have been asserted

      First e-book edition 2018

      ISBN 978 1 4052 8651 0

      Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1787 8

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       For Sam, Luke and Lily

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      CONTENTS

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Dedication

       FIVE

       SIX

       SEVEN

       EIGHT

       NINE

       TEN

       ELEVEN

       TWELVE

       THIRTEEN

       FOURTEEN

       FIFTEEN

       SIXTEEN

       SEVENTEEN

       EIGHTEEN

       NINETEEN

       TWENTY

       TWENTY-ONE

       TWENTY-TWO

       TWENTY-THREE

       TWENTY-FOUR

       ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

       Back series promotional page

       1

      THE DAILY POST

      TEENAGE

      HEIRESS IN

      SHOCK HANDBAG

      SCANDAL!

      By Nancy Rose

      I’ve met celebrities with colossal egos before. But it is not every day that I, Nancy Rose, Daily Post columnist, am WRESTLED TO THE GROUND by a celebrity, before being assaulted by her FEROCIOUS SAUSAGE DOG. And all for a one-of-a-kind handbag. But I can EXCLUSIVELY REVEAL that yesterday evening Felicity Royale and her dog Fritz did just that.

      Attending fashion designer Lewis Blume’s launch for his new collection, I innocently reached for a handbag on display, a one-off with silhouettes of dachshunds across the front. How lovely, I thought as I admired the stitching. I love dogs and all animals. I’m so pleased I often donate to animal charities.

      Before you read on, please be aware that what happened next may DISTRESS READERS.

      In a completely unprovoked attack, I was TACKLED to the ground by none other than the teenage heiress to Hotel Royale, who insisted that the bag was hers!

      Sending shockwaves through the other guests, Miss Royale’s WILD dachshund then ATTEMPTED TO BITE ME as the heiress continued to claw the bag from my hands.

      Although the main incident was missed by the cameras, footage of Miss Royale then being ESCORTED OUT BY SECURITY is currently circulating online.

      I would like to assure my fans that I am recovering well and, to those who were already aware of the incident, thank you for all your kind messages of support.

      For my full reaction, check out today’s YouTube vlog at NancyRose and don’t forget to subscribe for all the juiciest celeb gossip and daily dramas!

      My life is over.

      I had decided never to emerge from underneath my duvet again, and my plan was working perfectly until my mum came barging into my room – which STILL doesn’t have a lock on it, despite all my requests, because Mum seems to think she has the right to just barrel on in and invade my privacy whenever she likes.

      ‘Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?’ she said with a sigh, yanking the duvet off me.

      Fritz, my dachshund, immediately hopped down from the bed, where he’d been snoozing comfortably next to me, and began pawing at her leg until she scooped him up in her arms and tickled his belly.

      You know, considering I feed him every day, I’d expect a little more loyalty.

      ‘I am NOT being dramatic,’ I huffed, narrowing my eyes at the traitorous Fritz and pulling the duvet back over myself. ‘But while you’re here, can you pass me a pen and paper? I need