Tanya looks appraisingly at Mother's ensemble. She smiles and says, "That is not what I am saying at all. I chose this frock especially for the meeting today and while I could wear it to the Penumbra, I simply choose not to. What you are wearing is indeed the latest fashion and is appropriate almost anywhere for any function. What is more, you look smashing in it. It is simply a matter of choice."
Tanya waits at the mall for Monique, who is indeed just minutes away, having arranged earlier to be in the vicinity by this time. The French girl meets the pair, carrying a hanging clothes bag and a satchel. She nods at Mother, "I adore that color on you, Miss. And the cut suits you well." She and Tanya disappear into the nearest ladies restroom, where she helps her mistress out of her dress and into the little black dress she has brought. The frock is stylish; the hem is just above the knee, the waist is narrow, and the bodice demurely conceals while at the same time emphasizes her chest. They bring the finishing touches out of the satchel; make up, a strand of pearls for the neck, and pearl earrings. The last accessory is a pair of glasses. Tanya glances at her reflection but relies on the opinion of her maid. "Tres magnifique. Tres chic. You look very nice, but you already know that. by the way, you had a call from an Ely Warren. He said that he met you last night at the recital and would like to chat with you over dinner some time. I told him that I would consult with you and that you would likely get back with him."
Tanya recalls the slightly overweight man with the loud wife with the rather nice jewelry. She smiles, "Thank you, cherie. His wife has some very interesting jewelry. It might be worth it to get to know this man a bit more. I will return his call, but probably tomorrow."
Tanya and Monique return to where Mother is waiting, where Tanya says goodbye to the maid and turns to her new companion. "Well, shall we be off? We do have some time, though, if you want to look about some more."
