Full review at Smart Bitches, Trashy Books 
 The difficulty of playing with the Pygmalion/My Fair Lady trope is that in its original form, it's inherently mean. Making bets on whether you can change a person to pass for gentry, even if the author is doing it to make fun of the ridiculousness of the British class system, is still making someone the butt of a joke. Happily, Frampton seems to understand this, and made a conscious choice not to make anyone the target of a joke, or the perpetrator of that joke. 
 Instead, she writes a charming, sweet story about Genevieve, who unexpectedly becomes a duchess in her own right (an exceedingly rare turn of events, but not impossible) after a childhood wherein she was ignored by her family and raised by servants. She realizes right away that she has NO idea how to be a duchess - her father knew she would become the duchess upon his death but didn't tell her or prepare her for the job - nor does she know how to function in society or run a household or pretty much anything. So she writes to her godmother asking for help, and her godmother sends Archibald Salisbury, her steward and a retired Army man, to help. 
 I love a good "how do I adult" story, and I also love it when people recognize that they don't know what they're doing and ask for help (maybe if I read enough of these stories, I'll be better about asking for help myself!) (I tell funny jokes). 
 The ending is a bit rushed, but that happens a lot. And the resolution of the Big Misunderstanding and the complications that are keeping Genevieve and Archie apart is pretty simple, in the end. That said, I enjoyed this SO MUCH. "Learning how to figure your shit out" stories are a particular favorite of mine at this point in my life, and this was a great read. 
 -Redheadedgirl