No Perfume Can Mask My Truth

Summary

The conversation at the reunion dinner drifted, as it always did, back to the "golden days."

Someone laughed, leaning across the white linen tablecloth, and remarked how everyone back in prep school thought Gordon and Natalia were a match made in heaven. Then, another voice chimed in, a bit more pointedly, saying no one expected me to be the one to finally pin down a man as unattainable as Gordon Ashford.

A wave of polite, well-bred laughter rippled through the circle.

"And what are you doing these days, Natalia?" a woman asked, her eyes glittering with curiosity.