As if on cue, a regal-looking woman came bustling out of a back room. Her pantsuit was tailor-made to perfection. Her gray hair was swept up into a perfect coif.
She kissed Nicholas twice on each cheek, taking care not to transfer even a speck of her bright crimson lipstick—as women on the Upper East Side have all been trained to do.
“Forgive me, we didn’t know you were coming in this morning. I would have cleared out the floor, or at the very least, requested some of the ladies to come in early and help you.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
What? Is Miss Manners over here actually pimping for him now?
“It was a spur of the moment decision, Ruby.”
Of course her name was Ruby. Just like my mother’s cat.
“And I don’t think we’ll be needing any help.” He glanced at me quickly, bef
