The last thing Marie expected was for someone to yell at her from across the street, wave, and then run over. For a moment, it seemed almost like this other woman (who had a very interesting fashion sense of her own) might know her, but her exclamations didn't really give much weight to that theory.

Looking a bit like a fish out of water, she glanced down at her outfit before holding gloved hands out at her sides in a slightly helpless gesture. "Honestly, sugar, I have no idea," she admitted in her smooth southern drawl. "I'm sorry. I don't remember where I live, much less where I got what I'm wearing."