Muriel Zagha - Finding Monsieur Right

Muriel Zagha

FINDING
MONSIEUR
RIGHT

Contents

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Muriel Zagha grew up in Paris where she studied English literature at the Ecole Normale Superieure. She came to Britain at the age of 21, as a French lectrice at Cambridge University, and loved living here so much that she forgot to go home. After completing a PhD on Henry James, she escaped from academia into London's fashion world. She now works as a freelance journalist and broadcaster.

She lives in London with her English husband and their son.

To Robert and Hector, and to Emma and Suzanne, my own 'coven'.

Acknowledgements

Thanks to my agent, Teresa Chris, for her enthusiasm and caustic wit, and to my editor, Gillian Green, and the team at Ebury Publishing for all their hard work and shrewd advice.

Prologue

Paris, April Fools' Day

Now there was absolutely no reason to panic. Everything was fine. Just so long as Daisy kept her eyes shut a little while longer. Chances were it was just a dream. But perhaps she should open them a tiny bit, just to be sure. Nice and slow, here we go ... Yup, just as she thought. She was actually standing on the roof of the Paris Opera House in a ball gown, looking down at a swimming sea of lights. Daisy looked up at the cold April stars. It was like being on the moon. And this roof was so damned slippery. She could barely keep her balance. It was probably a blessing that she had lost her shoes in the earlier bun fight with that French, er, witch. Heels wouldn't have been much help up here.

So, to recap: this was not a dream. Just a bit of a situation, that was all. Daisy willed herself to take a deep breath and leaned hard against the door. But it was no good, the door was shut. The French witch had actually locked her out. Daisy felt tears of rage welling up. And as for that lying toad, she thought, wait till I get my hands on him - I'll strangle him! On reflection, it was probably best not to kick and punch the air or she might lose her footing. She crouched down - not the easiest thing to do in a deconstructed crinoline and boned bustier - leaned against the door and took another deep breath.

Looking down at the glittering boulevards radiating from the Place de l'Opera, Daisy allowed herself a minute of wistful admiration. How beautiful Paris was! She had always known that the City of Lights was just the place for her. Daisy Keen, fashion queen, in Paris: it was written in the stars! And look where she had ended up, having somehow managed to get everything wrong about this place and the people who lived in it. She was a prize April Fool, Daisy thought sadly. And now Isabelle's life would be ruined too. It was a disaster.

And to think that the swap had seemed like such a brilliant idea to begin with, a year ago ...

Faster, faster, or they'd never get there in time, Isabelle thought, as the scooter swerved and swayed through the streets behind the Place des Victoires. She held on more tightly and looked round to see if the others were following. At first she thought they'd got lost, but then, sure enough, she was able to count one, two, three, yes, all eight black-clad figures zigzagging behind her on matching black scooters through the lines of late-night taxis and buses. Now they were all motoring up the Avenue de l'Opera, the illuminated opera house in their sights like a giant cake, with its ornate facade, green domed roof and glinting statues. Out of the corner of her eye Isabelle could see some of the others were catching up with them. Nervous as she was, Isabelle managed a little smile. She was proud of her friends.

One last swerve around the square and they all ground to a halt before the steps of the opera house. They leaped off and dashed towards the central door. Isabelle could see they were expected. The door flew open and they ran up the great staircase in their black catsuits like a squad of avengers, Isabelle in their midst in her red silk ball gown. There wasn't a minute to lose.

One Year Earlier

1 Isabelle

The closest Isabelle and Daisy had come to meeting was in the initial correspondence they'd exchanged to agree the terms of their house swap.

FLAT EXCHANGE. Serious, reliable French girl looking to exchange flat in Paris Left Bank against similar accommodation (preferably quiet) in London for one year, starting early July. Contact isabelle.papillon@lenet.fr From: dizzydaze@interweb.com To: isabelle.papillon@lenet.fr Salut Isabelle! Je suis une fille anglaise avec un grand maison a Londres. Et je voudrais tellement echanger avec toi! Celaserait fantastique! Je partage avec mes deux 'housemates'(ils louent une partie du maison), Chrissie et Jules, ils sont tres sympa. Il y a un grand jardin. La ou j'habite, c'est comme une petite village dans Londres, tres mignonne. Moi, j'adore Paris, c'est mon reve depuis toujours de vivre la. Certainement tu vas avoir beaucoup d'applications mais s'il te plait, il faut me choisir! Tu ne regretteras pas!! Lots of love , Daisy xxxxxxxx

After Isabelle had replied in slightly more formal English - 'Dear Miss Keen,' 'Yours faithfully' - and explained that she was an academic and would be doing some research in London, further emailing revealed that Daisy worked in fashion. That would explain the loud pink background and curlicued font of her emails, both highly incorrect in Isabelle's opinion. She preferred the neat legibility of Palatino font and plain black and white in what was, after all, business correspondence. Enfin , Daisy wasn't French and Isabelle should make allowances for that.

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