He Asked Me To Dress “Appropriately” For Dinner—Without Knowing Who I Was

to attempt a laugh, though it sounded forced. “This is quite a joke, Diana. Very amusing. But perhaps we should—”

“It’s not a joke,” I said simply.

Richard leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Mrs. Morrison—Diana—I think perhaps there’s been some misunderstanding. The kind of money you’re discussing, that’s not… I mean, in your line of work,continue reading …