21 Steps To Happiness

Muriel’s with him and whatever happened before I arrived, it took the jam out of her doughnut.

“Muriel, dear, there are no two ways about it,” the priest says with a strong British accent. “You won’t get the afternoon spot. It’s already booked for Dior! You can’t compete with Dior, darling.”

“Hi,” I whisper, but nobody notices me.

“The nine o’clock spot is very nice anyway. People are fresh at nine o’clock.”