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“It’s very nice to meet you,” Coda said.
“My son didn’t mention he was bringing a date.” She looked at Spencer, obviously expecting an answer.
“It was a last minute thing,” he explained. “I was lucky Coda said yes.”
“Coda...such an unusual name,” Jenna said.
“It’s short for Dakota. My father was a musician and my mother a groupie.” A nervous laugh escaped her mouth. “They were a little out there.”
“Spencer’s father was a musician too. A pianist for the New York Philharmonic. Did he tell you that?”
“No, he didn’t.” That would explain the significance of his tattoo. “Is Mr. Cannon here too?”
“No,” Spencer said as he looked at his mother. “He passed away several years ago.”
“I’m sorry.” Coda fidgeted with her hands. “You never mentioned that.”
When would he have had the time to mention it? In the two days they knew one another?
“It’s okay.” He took her hand in his. “I don’t talk about it often.”
“Where are you from, Coda?” Jenna asked.
“Brooklyn.” She hoped that was okay to tell her. Spencer never said she should hide where she came from.
“My seamstress is from there.”
“Mom, Coda doesn’t know everyone who lives in Brooklyn,” Spencer said. “Are you ready to go into the dining room?”
“Maybe she knows Maria.” His mother thought for a moment. “I can’t think of her last name. She’s a brilliant woman. She can do anything with a sewing machine.”
“Maria Bruno?” Coda asked, knowing her neighbor had picked up many upscale clients from the city because of the work she could do with a pin and needle.
“Yes, you do know her.” She smirked at Spencer. “See.”
“I grew up with her daughter.” Coda remembered what good people they were.
“Such a small world. Has she done any work for you? The dresses she makes are gorgeous.”
“No, not yet,” Coda said. “I haven’t required her services.”
“Make sure you go to her for alterations too.” Jenna looked Coda over. “This dress is adorable. Classic yet sultry. You have impeccable taste.”
“Thanks.” Coda acknowledged Spencer. “I had some help.”
“Spencer, have you told this beautiful girl how spectacular she looks this evening?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Why not?” Jenna scolded. “You want to keep her, don’t you?”
“Yes, well, I mean...”
Coda had never seen Spencer so flustered. It was cute.
“Look, Coda, my son is tongue-tied. That never happens to him. He must really like you.”
“Mom, that’s quite enough,” Spencer said. “Let’s go into the dining room. I’m sure they’re waiting for us.”
