Holly Ross often wishes she lived in a simpler time, when the clothes were glamorous, the men debonair, and the endings happy. That said, her career as a fashion historian isn't so bad. With both a wedding and a big promotion coming up, her own happily ever after seems assured.
So how, in the space of one day, does it all go wrong? How does she end up homeless, jobless, penniless, and fiancé-less? Why is she cruising the Mediterranean in hot pursuit of real estate tycoon Denis King? And why, for heaven's sake, is she chasing down a suitcase full of stolen Audrey Hepburn gowns?
With the sparkling Mediterranean and the eternal city of Rome as the backdrops, Holly's adventures begin to resemble one of the 1950s Hollywood gems she so adores. Finally she must choose between her long-held fairy tale fantasy and a new, real-life dream with an ending she couldn't possibly imagine.
Wife in the Fast Lane author Quinn goes all Breakfast at Tiffany's with the disappointingly un-Golightly Holly Ross, who has managed to become the director's assistant at the National Museum of Fashion after a hardscrabble childhood. When socialite Sammie Kittenplatt, a woman who's nasty, superconnected and "pruggly like Diana Vreeland," beats Holly out for a curator's job, she's crushed. Then Holly's relationship with dashing finace Allesandro hits a very different brick wall, and she gets humiliated (by Sammie, natch) in front of major museum donor Denis King. Yet a make-or-break opportunity arises: if Holly can raise a mil for the museum while doing a speaking engagement on the ultra-luxe Tiffany cruise, she'll finally get promoted. Holly brings along her scruffy, loveable Pops and she soon discovers big fish Denis on board. The madcap, caricature-driven antics go decidedly overboard as a trunkload of original Audrey Hepburn original costumes goes missing. Quinn's latest offers only the all-too-occasional glint of magic.