"I do," She responded, smoothing down the edge of her skirt as if it wasn't already immaculate. "She is Emerson's sister. You've meet Emerson, yes?" Evelyn was sure Jane had met her best friend, in fact she distinctively remembered Emerson turning up one evening when Jane was over for dinner. Though, she wasn't sure how much Jane had paid attention to the loud brunette who had stormed upstairs, dragging Evelyn along behind her.