A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
I unlocked the front door at eight that evening.
The house was huge and completely empty.
Margaret followed me into the kitchen.
I went straight to the long dining table.
A white cardboard boutique box sat exactly where I’d left it that morning.
Inside was the blue silk dress Vanessa had made a point of asking me to wear to the engagement party.
I raised the lid.
The costly fabric gleamed under the glass chandelier.