to return property belonging to the boutique, I will have to contact the police.”
Clara stared at him.
“Go ahead.”
So he did.
Twenty minutes later, two police officers entered the dining room.
By then, almost every guest had given up pretending they weren’t watching.
Clara immediately approached them.
“She’s trying to remove property I paid for.”
One officer looked toward the boutique coordinator.
“Ma’am?”
The woman handed him a folder.
While the officers reviewed the paperwork, Simon came over to me.
“Jen.”
“What is happening?”
He glanced toward his
