"You're not kidding," Meche replied with a chuckle. She'd definitely learned that lesson over the last four years. Good tailoring could even coax curves out of a bare ribcage.

She rummaged her own coupon out of her coat pocket and handed it to the woman, whose assistant was coming out from the back too now. The woman--Pearl? She moved as if she was in charge around here--took it and led them over to two desks right next to each other. Meche took a seat.