CHAPTER NINE
Two days later, Laney was on the train to Prague, sitting in a seat by the window when an attractive couple in their thirties sat down in the seats opposite her. They were both elegantly dressed: he in a tailored black, pinstriped suit with a gold tie and matching handkerchief, she in a sleekly styled designer suit, the color of a rich Merlot. Her purse, her shoes, her impressive gold jewelry complimented her clothes perfectly. The two looked like a matched set. Laney would have thought the pair had just stepped from an advertisement in Vogue. Sitting opposite of this elegant couple, she felt a little dowdy in her casual peasant skirt and cotton blouse, although they were very much in style for the season and not particularly inexpensive—a splurge she’d made in a trendy Paris
