CHAPTER THREEFiona found her new dress and the first night she wore it was to remain indelibly in her mind for the rest of her life.
It was a black dress plainly cut in chiffon with a tiny fichu frill hung about her shoulders.
She looked particularly lovely in it and it framed her fair hair and perfect complexion, showing them off to their very best advantage.
She arrived at Paglioni’s pleased with her appearance. A week had passed slowly since she last saw Jim, so slowly that it seemed to her years since she had heard his voice.
Donald had managed to give her ten shillings when his wages came in, she had received a tip of ten shillings and for twenty-five shillings she had found this dress in a little shop off Shaftesbury Avenue.
It was a bargain, the woman who sold it told Fiona and
