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Nikolai was due to arrive at 6p.m. He would take a couple more hours to clear customs and immigration and reach me. Although I doubted he would be flying economy, he would still be tired, hungry and in need of a shower. My shower was over the bath and not made for two like the shower in Paris. Nikolai was a tall man. I hoped he would fit.
I okayed Nikolai’s attendance at the party with Lou and then preoccupied myself with shopping for an outfit. Lou told me she was wearing green silk. So green was out. I didn’t want to wear black, because everyone would be. I found a divine sexy red number, but it had upstage the bride written all over it. At the giving-up point, I tried on a v-necked aubergine Sacha Drake dress that rocked. I paired it with new red pumps
