Oh dear. Lady Miss Angora was upset with my decision to bring Basher home last night. He always thought it was funny to threaten to turn my sweet little bunny rabbit into earmuffs, but she never found him particularly funny. She usually tolerates him, but today she was hostile and absolutely refused to get dressed up in her designer collar and have high tea at the Red Tea Box. We must work on those trust exercises recommended by Dr. Frumenta, Pet Psychiatrist.

While by myself at the adorable Red Tea Box nibbling on tasty treats, considering prose for my next Sophisticated City column, I felt a rush of air through the boîte. I was about to ask the wait staff why they turned up the air conditioning during the middle of winter when I noticed a neat note placed upon my green tea ganache:

Miss McRuvy:

You have proven yourself worthy after your first major mission. Unfortunately, we worry you are not dedicated to your ultimate modus operandi: assisting the Fashion Mafia with keeping Canadian fashion off the international radar. Your new assignment will be to prove your worthiness. Be at Amber. Order a bottle of Dom Peringon and wait for further instruction.

Could I have been visited by Mitzuki “Katana” Honda? Her speed, strength, smarts, and style are legendary, but how can it be possible to completely miss another human in one’s vicinity?

What will await me tomorrow?