She zipped up her cropped Alexander McQueen skinny jeans and pondered her sweater collection for a moment before grabbing a yellow cabled silk pullover, hand knit by the owner of Cobwebs and Cashmere, the yarn shop across the street. Kittie, the owner of the shop, assured her the color was made f...
“You’re sure you don’t know her.” “I’ve never seen her in my life. That hair? I’d remember that tragedy.” Tuesday’s phone buzzed as she tried to figure out exactly what she had seen in the Benz. It was one of the servers from the Café spreading the word. Natasha was calling everybody into the res...