Vivienne's POVHe told me where we were going the morning of.Not as a surprise exactly. As an informing that felt different from a surprise because it came with the specific quality of a man who had thought about it for a while and had arrived at the right answer and was telling me what the right answer was."The Harlow," he said.Over coffee.I looked at him."Our table," he said.I looked at him for a moment longer.Then I said, "Yes."---The reservation was at seven.I wore the navy dress. Not the one from the gala where Gabriel Weston had appeared. The other navy dress. The one that had been hanging in my wardrobe for two years and that I had not worn to The Harlow on any of the visits because on those visits I had been telling myself it was about the salmon and wearing the navy dress would have been an admission of something I was not ready to admit.I wore it tonight.Charles looked at me when I came out of the bedroom.He did not say anything.He did not need to.---The Harl
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