"Well, he'll be an idiot if he thinks you don't look good, and more of an idiot if he thinks it's improper," she says airily. She squeezes Greta's arm. "Stop that panic or I'll have to try to fix it. Come on, it's going to be lovely fun trying things on and if you don't like it, that'll be that. But if you do, then I'm hauling you off to Krem's and treating you to something nice."

She has more money than she knows what to do with, and burning through it will hardly make a little dent in the nest egg she has tucked away, just in case.