Chapter Seventeen
It certainly did send out a message because Karen did a double take when she stepped into the kitchen some forty five minutes later.
“I’ve seen that before,” she ran an eye over her, “nice.”
“Not so bad yourself,” she looked at her. This morning Karen had worn a short-sleeved pink blouse and black trouser suit, “you’ve changed clothes, I like it.”
Karen smirked as she flicked at her bowtie. It was one of those old fashioned bowties that left the ends dangling. Her ivory-coloured blouse had a mandarin collar, two wide pleats on each side of the opening had black edging to match the black buttons. It was tucked into a black, satin pencil skirt adorned with a silver belt buckle, black boots completed the outfit.
“I bought this for a fancy dress party a couple of years a
