Re: The City: Sasha, Jude, Oliver
The reappearance of Oliver conjured a flicker of satisfaction to tug at the corner of Jude's mouth, but he was being so very officious with the napkins and was being scolded so completely by an elderly woman in silk taffeta that he could have been forgiven some mirth.
"Of course," he said very seriously, and whisked Sasha and Oliver toward the exit, waving off help in the form of soda water and hairdryers. "I'm so sorry, there are better parties."
And with the close of the car door, and an antiquated rattle-and-cough as it choked into gear, that was that.