Things I have learned about Miss Gwen over the course of writing her first chapter eighteen times:
— She has a huge sweet tooth. Jane may take her morning chocolate straight, but Gwen stirs three teaspoons of sugar into hers. Those are heaping teaspoons of sugar, not the little skimpy ones.
— She’s in far better shape than I am. The woman burns that sugar off. She thinks nothing of scaling trellises and dropping from balconies. She’s her own stunt-woman.
— Her capacity for dress-up rivals that of Sherlock Holmes. Like Sherlock, she’s particularly fond of disguises involving silly hats and fake facial hair.
— Of the Jane/Gwen combo, Jane brings the cool analysis. Gwen brings the swash and buckle.
There’s more, mostly involving her past in Shropshire, but since that would constitute a spoiler, I’m going to let that wait for another time….