Chapter 19

Vivian held up her hands. “Look, don’t blame the messenger. I tried, I really did, but your Camille is not what you’d call a big entrance girl.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your date won’t come out—a first for you…?” she observed, trying to disguise her amusement.

A sound of irritation emerged from between Theo’s clenched teeth. “So she’s hiding in the bedroom. Presumably the makeover was not a success.”

“The makeover was…”

“What colour did they put her in?”

“Black.”

Theo clicked his tongue with exasperation. “I expressly said she needed some colour.”

“You did,” Vivian agreed calmly. “The woman spends her life in dull colours.”

Black would drain her skin and make her look more colourless than ever. Even he knew that and no one was paying him to know about fashion.

Vivian stopped as Theo held up his hand.

“All right, I get the picture, but she can’t look that bad.” If the girl had unrealistic expectations it was no