Sylvie Stories – 4. Having a Ball
All my posh friends flock to the Fancy Dress Ball, attracted by whispered rumors.
“The thief looks like a Greek God!”
“Penetrating blue eyes.”
“Steals your jewels, you just smile – he’s that gorgeous!”
“Hope he takes that monstrosity Lucien gave me Christmas last. Atrocious taste, my husband.”
Everyone wears their most ostentatious treasures, hoping to attract their new hero.
By the end of the evening, ladies are showing off bare arms and necks, bragging, and Rob is flummoxed.
“Gorgeous Greek Gods everywhere, Sylvie.”
“Including you, detective,” I observe.
Everyone’s happy except my darling Rob. I must make amends.