CHAPTER 31
I TOOK DAN’S advice to heart, and for my day in court, I dressed appropriately—a loose, knee-length skirt, a boring cream blouse with a big bow at the neck, and a shapeless navy-blue blazer. My flat shoes were the unsexiest I could find and would have been more at home on an octogenarian.
“How do I look?” I asked Imogen, giving her a twirl.
“Like an advert for celibacy. I definitely wouldn’t do you.”
“Good. That’s what I was hoping for.”
“But you’ll be on TV. Don’t you want to look good?”
“Nope. I want to look dull, boring, and unmemorable.”
“In that case, you’re perfect.”
Even Oliver did a double take when he saw me. We met at Rhodes, Holden and Maxwell beforehand, and he looked delicious in yet another made-to-measure suit.
“Nice shoes, grandma.”
“Very funny. You wer
