Chapter 5

The bridal shower was held at the Ashford mansion. Fifty women in pastel silk. Champagne towers. White orchids flown in from Singapore. And me, the help, carrying the gown in a garment bag. "The final fitting," Margaret Ashford announced. "Performed live, so we can all watch our Vivienne become a bride." They laughed. They clapped. Vivienne stepped onto a velvet platform in the center of the room. "Wren, darling. The hem needs fixing." She pointed at the floor. "Kneel." Fifty pairs of eyes turned...