words reminded Alice of the part of the wedding ceremony where the minister asks if anyone present knows why this couple should not be joined together. This was definitely a now-or-never moment.
She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged.
Sharlayne said, “Good. In that case—ta-ta, ladies. Tabitha, keep me posted. Alice, enjoy yourself.” With a final conspiratorial wink, she was gone.
Alice turned to Tabitha, who was staring at the door through which her boss had disappeared. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “Nobody with a grain of sense or an eye in his head would ever accept you as Sharlayne Kenyon.”
“You better be wrong,” Alice said, “because if you’re right, we’re both up the proverbial creek without a paddle.”
This time, she didn’t flinch before Tabitha’s glare. She was, after all, Sharlayne Kenyon.
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