
The linen fedora sat jauntily on the Duchess’s head. “Who needs a tiara. On to the ball.”
Her gown took up most of the limo’s back seat, leaving the Duke with scant room to spread his tails. “I can’t very well wear a top hat with you in that get-up.” He sniffed loudly.
The Duchess handed him a lace-trimmed handkerchief. “Then wear a bowler. Or maybe a feathered bonnet. Wear a tiara if you want.” She hugged up her husband.
The Duke said, “You need a trench coat to go with the hat.”
“Why does everything need to match, darling?”