Forget Me Not

Chapter One

Chapter One

It was hard not to avoid the newspapers with my Father’s face plastered upon them, not only was his face on every front page in the United Kingdom but it was the topic on nearly every website globally and television.

My oh so important Father was now Prime Minister and there was no escaping the victory twenty-four hours later as my phone was ringing off the hook with congratulations.

Honestly why were my family and friends congratulating me Lacy Winter? Shouldn’t they have been congratulating my Father the one and only Elliot Winter the Prime Minister?

Maybe I was receiving all of the calls because no one could get through to him. I wouldn’t have been surprised since everyone seemed to forget I was the only member of my family with a real job.

How could I say my Tory Father didn’t have a job, he was now running the country?

Well it didn’t seem any different to him being Sir Elliot Winter of Clifton Hall, my Father strived for power and he always got it; so was being MP really working? I think not!

Elaine my eldest sister was my Father’s ever doting dog; she followed him everywhere and worshiped the ground he walked on.

She was of course Father’s personal assistant and even I wouldn’t call it a job because she was never paid a salary she only needed to ask Father for something and she got it.

Millie my youngest sister is what I liked to call a lady of leisure; Father had made sure she married well to another member of the British elite.

While being a house wife and a mother is meant to be a full time job she employed hundreds of staff in her grand house in Yorkshire.

Her life was dull in my opinion and I knew for certain she turned a blind eye to everything her husband did, while I didn’t revolve around their circles if I could I knew her husband had at least two mistresses he shacked up with in London.

And then there is what everyone loves to call pathetic Lacy, me!

I had a job and a life outside of my family name; to the commoner I was nurse Lacy Winter of London General.

To those who knew me well I was Lady Lacy Winter of Clifton Hill Yorkshire, but I dropped the title a long time ago.

Darn it! There I went again thinking about him, why was it so hard to get over one guy when it was well over seven years ago?

I knew I was the talk of high society being unmarried and in a profession deemed still unfit for the upper class but I didn’t care I’d given up on caring a long time ago and I guess Ezra Wentworth had made me realise class, money and status didn’t make you important it just made you apparently superior!

My head hit the pillow hard as I tried to escape thinking about him; I was in the middle of a shift and my mind was else where. Gosh sometimes I could be a walking disaster!

I closed my eyes and instantly fell off to sleep.

When I woke up the room was hazy and I could hear a voice sounding really gruff, I sat up rubbing my eyes to see my boss standing in front of me with a man that was ever so familiar.

“Dr Ezra Wentworth this is nurse Lacy Winter who seems to be sleeping on the job!” said Dr. Morris annoyed, he had no care that I was tired or worked to the bone.

I stood up uncomfortably twisting my hands together as I looked Ezra Wentworth up and down; I tried to do anything but meet his dark piercing blue eyes. If I looked I couldn’t be sure I’d burst in tears or if I’d walk out of the room in a strut.