"Oh, you don't look a day younger than forty," Alice teases. "Truly, though, you're gorgeous. Someone will get smart and scoop you up, regardless of age."
She takes a sip of tea and tries to think of how to describe Jefferson. "His name is Jefferson Chapelier. He designs clothes. I met him at the club, he got dragged in and looked really uncomfortable. So I took him in a back room, got dressed, and we talked. He just ... sends me."