A Gilded Lady
Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Half Title Page
- Books by Elizabeth Camden
- Title Page
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Historical Note
- Questions for Discussion
- In 2021, look for Luke Delacroix’s story in
- About the Author
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- Back Cover
Cover
Half Title Page
Books by Elizabeth Camden
HOPE AND GLORY SERIES
The Spice King
A Gilded Lady
The Lady of Bolton Hill
The Rose of Winslow Street
Against the Tide
Into the Whirlwind
With Every Breath
Beyond All Dreams
Toward the Sunrise: An Until the Dawn Novella
Until the Dawn
Summer of Dreams: A From This Moment Novella
From This Moment
To the Farthest Shores
A Dangerous Legacy
A Daring Venture
A Desperate Hope
Title Page
Dedication
This novel is dedicated to my mother,
Jane, the inspiration for Caroline.
Like Caroline, my mom is smart, classy,
and a lot tougher than she looks.
That’s always been a lot for me to live up to,
but I am forever grateful.
Thanks for everything, Mom!
One
JULY 30, 1900
There was no such thing as a typical day at the White House, but Caroline Delacroix’s morning took a particularly difficult turn the moment she walked into her crowded office.
“The king of Italy was assassinated last night,” George said from his desk. George Cortelyou was President McKinley’s personal secretary, while Caroline served in the same capacity for the first lady.
“What happened?” she asked in stunned disbelief.
George relayed the appalling details in his typically efficient manner. After awarding medals at a sporting event near the Italian city of Milan, King Umberto had boarded an open carriage. An anarchist rushed the carriage and fired four shots directly at the king, who died on the spot.
“He was the target of assassins for years, but they finally got him,” George said, his expression grim. With his graying hair, trim mustache, and flawless suit, George projected implacable confidence, but it was obvious the morning’s news had rattled him.
“I’ll arrange for the first lady to make a condolence call to the Italian embassy this morning,” Caroline said.
George sent her a grateful nod, for few people liked dealing with Mrs. McKinley. Ida McKinley was short-tempered, judgmental, and blunt to the point of rudeness. It was Caroline’s job to soften the first lady’s reputation. It hadn’t been easy, but Caroline was good at it. Her day began before breakfast and ended only after Mrs. McKinley turned in for the night. She worked seven days a week alongside George to coordinate schedules and manage the official business of the White House. The work was exhausting, but it was also an honor and a privilege.
Today her main task would be to orchestrate the condolence call to the Italian ambassador’s wife, the Baroness Vittozzi. Caroline would help Mrs. McKinley navigate the minutiae of diplomatic protocol with grace, for any misstep would reflect badly on both the president and the United States. Unfortunately, Mrs. McKinley was prone to veering off on ill-advised tangents, so Caroline needed to be on guard.
Two hours later, she boarded a carriage with Mrs. McKinley and set off for the Italian embassy.