“I have my own clothes, Ethan,” I said.

“Let me be practical, Grace,” he said, turning a page.

“Natalie is very aware of social standing and how a family presents itself, and my mother has high standards for holiday gatherings.

I can call a boutique on Cooper Avenue in Aspen and have a slate blue dress delivered to your cabin.”

“You don’t need to buy me anything, Ethan,” I said.

“It isn’t a favor, Grace, it’s just proper planning,” he said, his voice dropping into a smooth, quiet tone.