a question she had already answered.
“I’ll be fine.”
And I believed her.
What I should have asked was:
What are you planning to wear?
I didn’t.
I arrived at Farrow’s at seven.
James and his parents were already seated.
Robert wore a dark jacket with an open-collar shirt.
Catherine wore tailored trousers and a silk blouse.
Both looked elegant without appearing to have tried.
They stood when I arrived.
Robert shook my hand.
Catherine hugged me warmly.
“We’ve been looking forward to this, Elena.”
And I believed her.
Catherine
