Wednesday, June 26, 2013
This evening's cravat is the posh-looking one of midnight with both slender and pinbone metallic gold stripes. Her shop was dark when he dropped by an hour before closing time, which was odd. Looking more carefully, he saw the big light in the back room blazing away. He sent her a text to let her know he was outside, and soon he heard her scurrying to the door to let him in. "I'm working on my outfit for the benefit Saturday," she said. "I have just about two hours of finishing left." He followed her back to see a black fitted suit with cigarette-leg pants. The jacket was a dramatic cutaway, its bottom a peplum that flowed almost floor-length in the back. To this suit she had begun applying thin herringbone chains of faux gold along the seams and the hem of the peplum. His face fell. Why could she never wear a simple evening dress? Perhaps this was just not working after all.
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