The days leading up to the Saturday auction passed quietly, and Phoebe hadn't expected to enjoy it as much as she did.
Staying at Ross Manor was supposed to be temporary, but now she felt she should be staying there. The stay had turned into a masterclass in high society life, thanks to Mrs Ross. The Ross matriarch had taken it upon herself to integrate her daughter-in-law into her world fully.
On Thursday afternoon after work, she dragged Phoebe to three private designer boutiques that had to close their doors to the public just for them.
"This one," Mrs Ross had said, holding up a deep emerald gown. "makes your skin glow. Trust me, I've been dressing myself for sixty years; I know what I'm talking about."
"It's beautiful, but I don't think I'll ever wear something like this," Phoeb
