Her earrings, long falls of gold-dipped shells mixed with fiery blue beads and hammered gold disks, matched the elaborate necklace that hung to her waist and tinkled like wind chimes each time she moved. Across her forehead she wore a headband of blue silk braided with the same beads that accented her jewelry and on her feet she wore strapped sandals. She’d fussed endlessly with her clothes and hair and makeup, wanting to look just right for the formal opening of Sea Song—and for Dan, she admitted frankly. Strangely enough, she’d been nervous when she walked down the stairs to meet him earlier. Her efforts had been rewarded when Dan, looking like a million dollars in his dark suit and the new pink shirt and mauve paisley tie she’d insisted he buy, had raised one eyebrow and whistled. She’d looked him up and down and whistled back. He moved to her side now. “Somebody’s already bought the cavorting nymphs I see,” she said, pointing to the “Sold” tag. “Ummm.” Dan took a swallow of water from his crystal stem.
