12
SAVANNAH
PRESENT
My mother wore an extravagant blue cocktail dress and had a martini in her hand. Her bright red lips smiled back at me. “Don’t you look lovely?”
I pushed my hands down the front of my purple sundress. It wasn’t anything fancy, but I’d picked it up from Amelia’s boutique. I clearly had not brought enough summer clothes with me to survive a Savannah summer. “Thanks. You look great too. Where are you going?”
“Oh, there’s a charity function at the yacht club.” She waved the martini, as if it were nothing. “My gentleman caller is picking me up any minute now.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Gentleman caller? You’re dating someone?”
“Ah, don’t be blasé, Josephine. What else is there to do in this town?”
I laughed. “Well, have fun.” I turned to go but stalled and faced her agai
