After lunch there was to be a rehearsal of the fashion show and so, until then, she was free to mope, for that was all it amounted to. So far, it appeared, to Hugo Harrington she was still Tirza Theron, since apparently Cathy and Paige, unaware of the fact that Hugo knew her by this name, had not put him wise. She was wearing white slacks and a floral shirt, the collar of which framed her face. Her hair was drawn back in a smooth elegant style and she had an air of confidence about her. She was extremely chic and there was nothing to show that she was being tom by conflicting feelings. After a while she stripped down to her bikini and dived into the glittering blue water. Later she sunbathed and, all the time, her mind was busy with the problems she had so unwittingly created for herself. Even the buying for Harper’s had come to nothing, she thought a little wildly. Everything she had intended had collapsed about her. In short, she had succeeded in making a fool of herself.
