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Christine had impeccable taste. Of course he'd always known that—she was a sharp dresser, much too fashionable for Greenleigh—but when Elisabeth emerged from the bathroom, his hands were suddenly fumbling with his tie as he stared.
The dress was perfect. The shoes were perfect too, giving her legs a long, slim line beneath the edge of the royal blue silk of the dress. Christine had nailed the color exactly right—a jewel tone that brought out the subtle auburn highlights in Elisabeth's brown hair and tamed her skin's tendency to look sallow by balancing the rose in her cheeks—although perhaps the heightened color was just embarrassment. She had probably never worn anything that short before, he thought.
“I wish I could help you with that tie, but I don't know anything about tying a ti
