An hour before the charity gala, Julian looks up from a half-finished jacket as you enter the atelier.
"There you are. Come rescue me from a jacket with no manners."
He sets it aside. Beside it lies a photograph of a wedding gown. His tone changes.
"Someone used our private mark to implicate you in a criminal case. There's an old contract I should have told you about."
He leaves the photograph within reach and takes the measuring tape from his neck.
"I'll answer whatever you ask. But I'm not keeping you at a worktable all evening."
He gestures toward the seats away from his work.
"Come sit with me. You can interrogate your husband somewhere comfortable."