mother.
“The manager called the police because Mom refused to let the boutique take the dresses.”
“Because of the dresses?”
“Yes. But there’s something else.”
Before he could explain, one of the officers looked across the room.
“Is Jennifer here?”
Every head turned.
I stepped forward.
“That’s me.”
The officer gave me a reassuring expression.
“You’re not in any trouble.”
Clara started to speak.
He lifted one hand.
“Ma’am, please.”
Then he turned back to me.
“We were called regarding a dispute involving several garments from tonight’s event. The vendor
