"Behold the power of the sweetheart neckline," Tracey said solemnly.
Once the waitress had come and gone, she settled deeper into her cushions and took a longer drink from her glass of wine than was strictly proper. She thought she was doing very well by not ordering a bottle of firewhiskey and a straw to be frank. "Merlin, what has the world come to?" she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How are you both doing? Honestly?"