Chapter 21: Men of Our Dreams
Zoe tells me she has to make a run to Table Tops on Mason Street. “I’m having Thanksgiving this year and want new place settings. I’m thinking the works, everything I can find to make an eye-stunning presentation. Something ritzy and dramatic, Sebastian. Is there any way you can come with me and provide your opinion?”
I take Zoe up on the offer, glad to spend an early November afternoon with her. “Pick me up in twenty. I’ll be down on the street waiting for you.”
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Zoe arrives in her pale blue Volkswagon with a faux Albert Nipon scarf around her neck, bogus Dior sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and her golden hair pulled up into a tight bun. Although she shops on a teacher’s budget, she always looks smashing, having loads of taste.
Once I get i
