Appearances weren’t quite everything to Tessa. But her Leo vanity dictated that she should never look one dollar less than a million. Now she had started dating Jon, she needed, or felt she needed, a new outfit to wear every week. And she got one.
How did she manage it, on her cleaner’s salary, that’s what her friends wanted to know. Jon was wealthy, but there was no way her pride would allow her to let Jon buy her clothes.
“Perhaps she steals them,” said one friend, rather anxiously. “Or worse …” giggled another friend. It amused Tessa when she overheard them. Because she had found a way to look chic, without it costing her a penny. It wasn’t like stealing. It was more like borrowing. The clothes were, in due time, returned in perfect condition. She had simply offered to look after the wardrobes of the women she cleaned for (well the ones with good taste and size 12 bodies) and take their clothes to the dry cleaner.