Andrew

Carrington was the point around which Britain’s leading social circles revolved, but he was far from still. Born into a working class family, he educated himself by reading the classics, then ventured into the business world, establishing himself as wine importer. His fortune secured, he built the storied estate on the coast that quickly became the gathering place for the mostly talented, occasionally brilliant, always interesting circle of English society drawn to Andrew’s gifts of charm, grace and wit — not to mention his boundless supply of the world’s finest wines.

The time he could spare from his many social obligations Andrew devoted to travel. He was equally happy searching out the rarest varietals in the fusty cellar of a Hungarian monastery or picking up the latest novel by Joyce or Hemingway at Paris’s Shakespeare & Company. He was also a natural at sports, quickly mastering whatever he took up through a combination of natural grace and sheer willpower.

While wine was a labor of love for Andrew, keeping an eye on Liam was simply a labor. Many of Andrew's trips involved chasing down Liam in exotic locales and extricating him from compromising situations to protect the family name. This secondary occupation eventually reaped an unexpected reward. It was in trekking the byways of Paris in search of liam that Andrew stumbled upon the lovely Isabelle.