“Patricia and Vanessa have a private viewing at the bridal boutique tomorrow at eleven,” George muttered.

“If you decide to come, please don’t wear plain clothes like those.”

Vanessa hadn’t said a word to me about any dress fitting.

I tucked that piece of information away carefully.

“I dress to be comfortable,” I said.

“Not to be approved of.”

George looked at his watch for a third time.

He turned his back on me and started walking toward the grand front entrance of the rented estate.