Geoffrey met her downstairs in her usual black outfit. She looked at the bodyguard and sighed. "Do you think you could change?" she asked.
"Out of my uniform?" Geoffrey asked. "Why?"
"I don't want to draw attention to myself," she answered. "If I show up with a bodyguard, people are sure to notice."
"I don't have any dresses," Geoffrey said nervously. "And I certainly don't have any heels."
"Hmm," she said. "I think I might have something you can borrow."
Geoffrey's freckled face went pale, "No, Mrs. Blair, I couldn't possibly."
"I told you, call me Catherine," she said. "And yes, you can."
She grabbed Geoffrey by the hand and led her up the stairs to her bedroom. Once in the closet, she browsed through the racks of clothes, finally settling on a pair of black slacks, a sleeveless silk blouse, and black loafers.
"Here," she said, handing the clothes to Geoffrey. "You'll be able to move comfortably, but you won't stand out."
