The ladies sipped their tea and stared out at the skyline.
"I must say, Clara, Elle's quite the young lady now." Madame Fannoula took a lump of sugar and added it to her tea. "And so pretty!"
Genevieve took a sip. "I've noticed she chases that secretary of John's around like mad."
Mrs. Rogers straightened. "My daughter does not chase men." Looking down her nose, she watched Genevieve shrink before her.
Madison chortled. "He doesn't seem her usual type, does he?"
"Nor her class." Madame pursed her lips.
"When Elle is ready, she will marry someone suitable." Mrs. Rogers' tone suggested an end to that conversation, and the ladies all peered at their tea as though they had never seen it before.