She glanced around the bright, roomy space.

“Is it feeling crowded to you, Miss Mitchell?”

“It’s only that certain people don’t really fit the vibe of a luxury fitting,” Vanessa said.

She flicked a glance my way.

I had on plain navy wool slacks and a cream blouse.

It was the same simple kind of outfit I always wore, the kind George had already sneered at when I went by the estate.

The manager followed Vanessa’s eyes.