White trousers, with wide legs, and her favorite white kitten-heeled Jimmy Choos. A white blazer, with a camisole such a light blue it looked white, shimmering just with a hint of icy color.
She recognized Sloane at once. Distinguished and unflappable, looking far too elegant for the restaurant. Or the middle of the day, for that matter. Smiling, Emma turned towards Scott.
"That's Mr. Sloane, over there," she said quietly, making her way to the table.
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Date: 2007-05-03 02:38 am (UTC)White trousers, with wide legs, and her favorite white kitten-heeled Jimmy Choos. A white blazer, with a camisole such a light blue it looked white, shimmering just with a hint of icy color.
She recognized Sloane at once. Distinguished and unflappable, looking far too elegant for the restaurant. Or the middle of the day, for that matter. Smiling, Emma turned towards Scott.
"That's Mr. Sloane, over there," she said quietly, making her way to the table.