A cloud of black billowed about a round face slashed with eyeshadow that was too light and lipstick that was too bright. Shapely legs shone deep chocolate between the lime green ultra-mini and an elaborate pair of sparkling white patent leather boots. Mandy realized, with sudden insight, that the girl had made a special effort to dress for the occasion. The teenager eyed Jade from the tips of her turquoise pumps to the shining crown of her sun-kissed blond hair. “Well, sugar, you kin jus’ kiss my black ass,” she drawled, emphasizing her retort with a sinuous swagger that ended with one lime green hip cocked defiantly in the older girl’s direction. For a moment Peter’s professional aplomb wavered. “Uh–ladies,” he said brightly, “how about some wine and cheese?” While the women—all three of them—were still gaping at the absurdity of wine and cheese in this particular situation, Peter eased Jade back onto the sofa and seated the newcomer in an easy chair across from Mandy.
