CHAPTER TWENTY
“…And then my Great Aunt Petunia inherited the shop from her late husband back in the thirties,” Aggie said as she folded a gold satin nightgown, wrapped it in pink paper and then placed it in a bag for her customer, who just happened to be Helena Bruce.
Helena, who was clearly intrigued by the tale, handed over her credit card.
“And she kept the shop for the rest of her life, leaving it to me in her will,” Aggie concluded.
“That’s quite a story, Aggie,” Helena said, punching in the code on the Visa machine, before taking the card out and placing it back in her purse. “It is a beautiful place. I’m so pleased that Kyle recommended I come with him for the opening. I’m sorry I haven’t managed to come over until now but we’ve been insanely busy. I don’t know if you’ve passed
