“Yes.

All three of you are coming with me.”

Paige took the pencil from behind her ear and stopped halfway through writing a note on her pad.

“Caroline, that wedding is for the oldest families in the county.”

“He invited me to witness his success,” Caroline said.

“It’s only fair that he meets mine.”

By three o’clock that afternoon, the rain had cleared along Bellevue Avenue.

Caroline walked into the tailor shop three blocks down from the grand hotels, leading the three children through the double oak doors.