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"Are we ready?" Ali asked.
Audra checked one last time to make sure her camera captured the whole table. It did. Satisfied, she took her seat, laying the remote control beside her plate so she could start recording on Ali's command. She absently smoothed the skirt of her dress, wondering once again if she'd dressed too formally for the occasion.
A glance at the blokes, all clad in suits and ties, reassured her. Lesley and Ali wore dresses, too, but still she worried that she'd been silly to buy silk when a simple cocktail dress would have done. But the pattern on the fabric, which reminded her of one of Monet's garden paintings, had caught her eye every time she'd walked past the shop until one day, she hadn't been able to resist buying it. Jean hadn't said anything to her y
