“We’re not married,” I corrected her politely. “Much to Mr. Stone’s chagrin.”
He gave me a look that said I’ll regret that later.
“Oh, I’m ever so sorry.” She placed a hand on her chest. “That’s what one gets for assuming.”
“It’s okay.” I smiled. “I doubt you’ll be the last to.”
She returned my smile. “Can I help you in any way?”
“Hmm…” My eyes foind the tiny strings I saw George eying contemplatively earlier. I picked up the white one beneath a matching basque and showed her it. “Do you have this in any other colors?”
George clearee his throat and shifted when I looked at him.
“We do. They’re jus