Chapter 25
“So, where to now?” I asked as we left the shoe store next to Putting on the Ritz and walked toward the car. I was now the owner of not only a sleek pair of Concerto patent leathers for my wedding, but a pair of Boss dress shoes suitable for tonight’s dinner party and tomorrow night’s engagement party at Llewellyn Manor. I’d lucked out: the Boss shoes, which usually ran almost three hundred dollars, had been reduced.
I swung the bags from my right hand, while Hyde carried the garment bag containing my suit and shirts.
“I really do have to touch base with Armitage. Would you mind coming to the Trunk with me?”
“I wouldn’t mind going anywhere with you.” I wanted to wind my fingers in his, and would have in spite of the bandage on my left hand, but public displays of affection w
