She clearly knew she wasn't a harlot, it was an article taken somewhat out of context, but it wasn't wrong either. He knew that, she knew that and that was all that mattered really, though it was endearing to hear him defend her, even if incompletely. Now if only her mother would relax about it. "Yes, yes I would have, but you're alright and that's all that matters in the long run." This would all fade anyway. Somebody else would make a worse mistake than she had or heaven forbid some poor girl wear the wrong shade of green to a garden party.

"Nobody will be able to see what I'm wearing-  or not, soon enough anyway, the fog's moved into my neighborhood." He must have skipped the article about to get straight to their feature and now that she knew he wasn't mad at her, she could joke about the fog. "I have to go soon, I'm not supposed to be out of the house." She warned, looking at Mrs. Harding again for confirmation.