Under a Dancing Star
Chapters (51)
- Cover
- Praise for Laura Wood
- Dedication
- Part One: England
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Part Two: Villa di Stelle
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Part Three: Villa di Stelle
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Part Four: Florence
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Part Five: Villa Di Stelle
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Epilogue: England
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
Cover
Praise for Laura Wood
Praise for
LAURA WOOD
“While there are glints of Georgette Heyer, The Great Gatsby and I Capture the Castle throughout, this feel-good book is its own creature entirely”
Guardian
“A gorgeous coming-of-age tale”
i newspaper
“Pure escapism … a wildly romantic, delicious indulgence. Wood is unapologetic about her influences, but the book is all the more charming for it”
Observer
“The perfect comfort read, the kind of lovely, utterly absorbing novel that is not published any more. I loved it”
Ella Risbridger
“As elegant and energising as a flute of fine champagne … jubilantly fine fiction”
LoveReading4Kids
“Perfect for glamour-soaked summer escapism”
Mail on Sunday
“A captivating, charming and nostalgic romance”
Daily Express
“A brilliant, beautiful book. I loved it”
Louise O’Neill
Dedication
For Paul, because of love.
I know you of old.
- Much Ado about Nothing, Act I, Scene I
Part One: England
Part One: England
June, 1933
DON PEDRO:
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for out o’ question, you were born in a merry hour.
BEATRICE:
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
– Much Ado About Nothing, Act II, Scene 1
Chapter One
CHAPTER ONE
“That’s it,” I murmur, as I creep closer. “Nearly got you…”
My hands are steady, and I hold my breath, waiting for precisely the right moment to pounce. With a twist of my wrist I manage to trap my elusive prey and I screw the lid on the jar with a flourish.
Victory surges through me. I close my eyes and lift my face to the sun, enjoying the warmth as it ripples across my skin. Nearby, a garden warbler is singing, the melody dancing through the air as the bird marks his territory.
For a moment all is right with the world.
“Beatrice! Not again!” A dismayed voice drags me from my thoughts and I open my eyes to see a figure stalking furiously down the path towards me.
“Hello, Mother!” I exclaim. “Sorry, I was miles away.” I see her jaw tighten. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the party?” Mother has been talking about nothing but tonight’s dinner party for months.
“I am ready for the party,” she replies frostily, and now that she is closer, I can see that this is true. My mother always looks very elegant, but she is more dressed up than usual thanks to the rope of pearls around her neck and the dusty-pink evening gown that – though it has seen better days – still retains an air of faded glamour.