The White Horse: Rupert Chooses Truth Over Performance in Rivals
The White Horse: Rupert Chooses Truth Over Performance in Rivals
A few days after the New Year dance, Rupert arrives again.
But this time, there is no crowd.
No music.
No performance.
He comes alone — riding a white horse across the countryside, toward Taggie.
Rupert and Taggie’s Rivals New Year Dance: When Recognition Becomes Dangerous
The New Year Dance: When Recognition Becomes Dangerous
After the rupture of the dinner — after entitlement is exposed and dignity reclaimed — Rivals offers something deceptively glittering: the New Year party.
Champagne. Music. Dresses chosen to impress.
A room filled with people performing versions of themselves they believe will be admired.
And yet, Taggie O’Hara is not part of the performance.
The Thirty Leaves: The Quietest Love Story in Jilly Cooper Rivals
The Thirty Leaves: The Quietest Love Story in Jilly Cooper Rivals
Some love stories whisper. Some hide in drawers. Some take the shape of dried leaves waiting to be found.
There are scenes in literature that don’t announce themselves with fireworks, confrontation, or passion.
Instead, they arrive softly — with the weight of a sigh, the pace of a heartbeat, the fragility of something that could crumble at a touch.
For me, the moment that lives at the center of Rupert and Taggie’s story is one that many readers miss until it ambushes them with tenderness.
Innocence Meets Power: The First Encounter of Taggie O’Hara and Rupert Campbell-Black
Innocence Meets Power: The First Encounter of Taggie O’Hara and Rupert Campbell-Black
There are moments that begin as accidents and end as destinies. Taggie O’Hara’s first encounter with Rupert Campbell-Black is exactly that — a collision of alarm, innocence, and moral certainty. It begins in the most unromantic way possible: a young woman walking her friend home, a wisp of smoke in the distance, a red phone booth standing like a relic of urgency. Taggie, dyslexic but decisive, believes she’s witnessing a fire. She calls the fire brigade. She runs — not away, but toward the danger.