Not Only Thy Oyster, Dear Diplomat…The following evening, Andre arrived outside Voi’s townhome in his silver roadster wearing a beige dinner suit and contrasting bow tie. She had purchased black pumps for the crimson gown and had her hair and makeup professionally done. She stepped onto the curbside now wearing her outfit with her wool coat, holding a sequined clutch. Her thick hair was looped in an elegant chignon, her lips painted a dark red. Her hair had managed to take on an unusual sheen with a professional’s touch—something Voi had admittedly been self-conscious about since Andre had first compared her duller features to Gemma’s.
Andre opened the passenger door, taking a moment to appreciate Voi with a lopsided smile. “You look incredible.”
“No thanks to you.” She smiled before sli
