She shook her head without taking her eyes away from the dirt street beneath our feet.
“Well, I have a wish,” Consuelo saw nothing of what I did, “I long for you to make something for me.”
Ginevra"s head snapped up then, eyes owlish. She struggled with her enthusiasm before it walked ahead of her. Two years in Newport and already she knew the power that was the Vanderbilts. I could not imagine what such a request must have meant to her.
“Grazie, Consuelo, it would be an honor,” she said. I did not hear the gusto I expected.
Grazie,“Good, that"s settled then.” Consuelo hooked one arm about mine, the other about that of Ginevra. We continued our constitution.
“Speaking of dresses,” I said. The conversation needed to be steered in a different direction, though for who I wasn"t certain. “
