Chapter 53

• Caroline Anderson scrunched a face at her appearance. Should she leave her hair down or pin it up? Yes, to the former and yes to some under-eye concealer. Her skin had become so pale and the rings under her eyes so dark she resembled a corpse. The black dress she’d chosen to wear only enhanced the effect, a point reinforced when her sister, Elsa, who'd come to visit for the week, walked into her dressing room and burst into laughter.
• "I suppose funeral chic beats aubergine chic."
• "Don’t," Caroline muttered. Only vanity had made her return the aubergine-coloured dress. It had clashed horribly with her hair. This black dress, though horrendously unstylish, was marginally more flattering colour-wise.