"Good morning Charles." Isadora greeted him as he kissed her raised hand. "It's wonderful to see you. Thank you for coming."
She knew it was time to perform the moment Charleston walked through Newhaven's doors. So, she referred to him by his first name and had gone a step further by using an overly intimate "Charles".
"Isadora, thank you for inviting me. You look resplendent as always. The plum color of your dress suits you," he answered in kind.
She smiled at the compliment, knowing that Charleston could see through false modesty. But she also knew that she looked stunning as she had picked out this dress to wear for him.
In contrast, Charleston was less elaborate in his pinstriped shirt, brown vest, bowtie, and burgundy trousers. His silver hair, cropped short to the nape of his ne
