The Dinner"So now we are eight," I told Tony over breakfast. We sat beside our round white table, the garden shrouded in mist outside the large windows around us.
Tony shook his head. "I feared as much, when I heard the news and saw Miss Kerr's distress." He shrugged. "No matter. Eight is an auspicious number. I'm sure the party will go well."
"I hired a quartet for entertainment. I chose several pieces of art to play tableaux after dinner. Even with only eight, we should have enough combinations to please everyone. Plus I've ordered a red Bordeaux to go with our roasted beef."
He smiled at me. "I'm proud of how you've progressed in this matter. You arranged everything yourself this time. The staff tells me all is ordered in sufficient amounts."
I smiled back, feeling pleased.
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