“No, my dear Willow. Those were specifically picked out for you. The guest's clothes have already been removed. Isobel gave our stylist your sizes and preferences before we left for the weekend, and she decided and bought what she thought would look good on you. If there is anything you don’t like, just ask Sybil for her number. She will come in and change it for something else.” He looked happy with himself.
“Boy, you guys don’t mess around.” Willow sat looking at the fire with wide eyes, realizing she said it out loud again! “Sorry, I keep saying the wrong things! You must think I’m a backwater red-neck! Not used to anything.” Looking deep into the glass with the dark liquid, she ignored his gaze. He smiled at her.
“No, I don’t, Willow. It took Isobel some time to get used to it as wel
