Nettie gasped. She read the magazines that came through the bookshop. A bottle - even a single ounce one like this - of Chanel perfume cost more than her monthly grocery budget. "It's too much," she choked.
"Nonsense." Diana took the bottle and leaned over to kiss Nettie on the cheek. "I haven't had so much fun in years. Wait until I take you to the hairdresser. Fancy a bob?"
"You will not convince Nettie to cut her hair." Eli stood in the doorway left open by the housekeeper when she'd left with the damp towels and Nettie's old nightgown. "Not every woman is a modern like you, brat." He tugged a lock of his sister's hair. "Nettie's hair is lovely the way it is."
Lovely? He thought her hair - anything about her was lovely? Nettie blinked up at him in wonder.
He winked and grinned. "Alt
