‘Grannie, Oh Grannie... There is something I need from the shops. Can you pop out and get it for me, like right now, please!’
‘What do you need that can’t wait, Pumpkin? I am rather busy on my latest manuscript ‘Gossamer Threads’ a rather lovely collection of ghostly and gothic tales.’ ‘Grannie, your manky old manuscript is not important. My shopping is important. You know I would not ask if James was available to go and get it for me, but he isn’t here. Humph, what use is a Butler who isn’t available to buttle when one needs him! Grannie, please! If you hurry up and take the elevator, not the stairs, it should only take you about three minutes to get there. I am sure you can park your grotty old manuscript for a few minutes for something really important for me. Not much to ask, is it, Grannie dearest?’ ‘Get where, and for an important what? And why on earth would I want to walk down the stairs when we are on the 53rd floor penthouse???’ ‘To Tiffany’s Grannie. I need a Tiara, like right now, Grannie! Go on, hurry up and get down there before they close. And if it wasn’t a dire emergency, you really should take the stairs Grannie, then maybe you wouldn’t look like a big plush cushion. Just sayin’ Grannie!!!’ ‘Really Angel, that isn’t very nice is it? And there is no need to be mean about James. He is a very good Butler and you did agree he could fly back to England to visit his sick Great Aunt Maude. She is 102 you know.’ ‘Well that just proves how nice I am, doesn’t it, and Grannie to be perfectly honest you are not exactly being nice. In fact you are being mean. Very mean. This is important to me. If you loved me, you wouldn’t be stood there arguing when the clock is ticking the seconds away to closing time. Please Grannie, please. I really “Want, Need, Now” that Tiara!’ ‘Is it for your super exciting and glamorous unveiling event at the Museum of Modern Art, we have time Pumpkin as that’s not until the end of this week?' ‘No, Grannie. You are wasting time, Grrr…and you could use the exercise. I mean James’ Great Aunt Maude is in better shape than you at 52, even though she is 102, just sayin’ Grannie.’ 'She may well be Pumpkin, unlike your long suffering Grandma she isn’t running around waiting on a spoilt little diva dog hand and paw, is she? Unless you ‘fess up Missy as to just why you have an urgent need for a tiara, Angel, I won’t be going to Tiffany’s or anywhere else except back to my manuscript and I shall email James and tell him to stay an extra week or maybe two.’ ‘Oh. OK. I have a hot date with a hot boy!’ 'What? Another one???' 'Grannie, you know there is only one boy for me.... now go fetch my tiara. Get me a gold one with some diamonds, rubies and emeralds. Oh, and some sapphires and maybe pearls too, I’m rather partial to pearls, they match my beautilicious white fur.Hmm...that should do rather nicely!' Angel is a diva dog who has it all, beauty, fame and a luxurious uptown life in Manhattan with her doting Grannie and Butler James attending to all her copious 'want, need, nows!' What more could a girl want? When Angel meets a super cute boy, who happens to be an incognito King, she realises there is something missing from her life, the royal title of H.R.H Princess Angel to be exact! When her royal suitor bestows tasty treats and offers more, Angel’s dreams of social elevation go to her head. Our girl is on a mission to nab herself a crown and a rather yummy cake. She isn’t about to let the little matter of a true love back home in England spoil her plans. But when old frenemy Kimbles the Bichon biatch arrives in New York, and a blast or two from the past reappears, life becomes "it's complicated" and Angel finds she has more than a touch of trouble on her delectable paws. Mischief and mayhem ensue as our girl is determined to have her crown and wear it and have her cake and eat it!