Emily and Clara waited anxiously for the car Martin had promised to send. Neither of them was truly calm.
"He really wants to see me too?" Clara asked for what felt like the tenth time since Emily received Martin's call.
Emily was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing invisible wrinkles from her dress. "That's what Martin said."
"Mom..." Emily called. "Are you sure Dad won't notice this dress is not from this season?" She asked frowning.
Clara looked up. "Don't be ridiculous. He won't." She waved Emily's concern away. "You know your father. He never noticed those things."
A bitter smile crossed her lips. "He didn't even notice Ella wearing the same clothes for years. What makes you think he'll recognize a dress from just two seasons ago?"
Emily seemed somewhat reassured. "That's true."
Clara walked out of the bedroom, she couldn't help but be nervous. Ever since returning to the country, she had been unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong.
