A date! She had a date, with her boyfriend. This was going to be a good day, other than her father's look when she left him and his office to meet Hugo.
She wouldn't put it past him to spy or have Uncle Terry spy on them. But she was going to trust that they wouldn't.
"Hi handsome." She double checked the pocket of her robe, slung over her slim fitting jeans and t-shirt, and yes, the money bag was there. She hadn't forgotten it.
"All ready. Just plesse? No Madame Puddifoots? All that pink." Ick!