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 kn
