Highland Mist
“Toni had been born to wear just such a dress, and as Celia herself had worked over her hair with a brush and a silk handkerchief it had the gloss of polished bronze. It framed her face in an aura of light, and caressed the smooth sides of her neck as if it loved them. Just a touch of mascara and a little eyeshadow had given her brown eyes an extraordinary brilliance, and, cleverly lipsticked, her wide, lovely mouth was even lovelier.“I feel as if I’ve been got up for an occasion,” Toni remarked, and Celia agreed that that was precisely what had happened to her.“A very special occasion, darling. I want someone to see you looking nice.”Toni felt obstinate and difficult all at once.“I can’t think why,” she protested. “Dr. MacLeod isn’t likely to be in the least interested, and I wouldn’t be interested if he was.”Her mother looked at her, one eyebrow raised. “Give up that schoolgirl crush for Charles, darling,” she requested casually. “It won’t get you anywhere, and it will only bore Char...les!”With which lightly emphasised observation she went out of the room and into the elegant Regency sitting-room to see to the drinks—for at the last minute she had ventured to alter the arrangement for the evening, and had asked Euan by telephone to come and have dinner with them.MoreLess
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