Now it was a privately owned hotel, recently refurbished to such splendour Jo wished she was wearing something more in keeping with her surroundings. Her dress fitted her to perfection, and it had been so expensive Kate had hidden the price tag, but it was nevertheless a black knit dress. Which would have looked a lot better with the new shoes she’d worn to Molly’s, which had heels two inches higher than the black suede boots she was wearing. Relieved of her coat in a ladies’ room tricked out in Hollywood boudoir style, Jo touched up her lipstick, wished she’d worn more jewellery than just a watch and the plain gold studs in her ears, then, impatient with herself, went out into the foyer, where March was chatting with a man he introduced as the manager. The man personally led them through the palatial room, which was only half filled this early in the evening. He seated Jo at a window table, wished them a pleasant evening and left them to the care of a brace of waiters. They were provided with huge menus, and their order was taken for wine, but Jo’s eyes were riveted to the view of floodlit lawns and tree-fringed lake.
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