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“Um, Ro?” whispered Charlie into Rowena’s ear as they stood in the diner doorway. “I feel like maybe we’re underdressed?”

The eating area was filled with people in elegant dresses and dapper suits; if Charlie had to guess, she would have said that a wedding reception at the park across the street had flocked to the diner to escape the sudden storm that had caused her and Rowena to likewise pull over and seek shelter indoors.

Rowena scoffed. “Nonsense, dearie: it’s all in how you carry yerself. Now come on,” she said, drawing herself up straight and flicking her wet hair out of her eyes, “let’s mingle, shall we?”