"Oh, we don't even have a date set yet," she said, shaking her head in response to Rosie's question. Mr. Lytton's first fashion show of the season was scheduled for that week-end, of course, but Rosie already knew about that one. Jules, meanwhile, was quite content not to start planning the successor before the first show had even finished yet. Where Mr. Lytton came up with all of these ideas, she hadn't the foggiest notion. Maybe he repeated them sometimes and was just too confident for anyone to call him on it. Some of them certainly looked the same to Juliana, but she tended to assume that was because she had no fashion sense. What if everyone thought the same thing, though, and everyone else was just too afraid of looking as though they had bad taste to point it out? It might be an entire industry built upon the same principle as the Emperor's New Clothes. The thought was fairly amusing for her.

"Anyway, Rosie, I don't think it would benefit him to be there so much as it would benefit you. Mr. Lytton's fashion shows hardly ever have any suits in them; they're all fancy dresses. Unless you think Hugo has much of an opinion on your wardrobe?" she asked curiously. She had never considered either of her brothers to be particularly fashion-forward, but perhaps she was wrong. Or perhaps Hugo would only pay attention to what things did or didn't suit his wife when it came to fashion, which would be sort of sweet, in a strange way. Not particularly in character for him, she thought, but sweet.