I didn' t know Mr Wilson all too well . In fact , I had only recently made his acquaintance . Given that fact , it was bold of me to have had assumed that I would have some opinion on his preference in women . Of course , a preset idea had been conjured up into my , no frozen , mind whilst overhearing the conversation between the other occupants of this table but that was not to say that any idea I may have had on the woman he would choose to display at his side would be even remotely correct .
I darted by eyes back to the cunning , vindictive woman at his side wearing the most form fitting crimson dress that showed too much of her cleavage yet seemed to compliment her fiery hair . My mother - the word made me shudder in distate - had managed to ensnare wealthy and innocent Leo Wilson .
