8 o'clock Wednesday.
Black tie.
Are you telling me that I am going as your date?
White lies.
What's your name?
Victoria Greenwich.
Your story, of course, was preposterous.
All is fair with love.
You're sounding like a jealous person.
And spies.
Would you believe me if I told you that I was just a suburban lady with two small boys, a station wagon, and a little eat team on a bad losing streak?
Uh-uh. Wednesday, 8 o'clock.