A note on my dining room table indicated that I had a stealthy visitor last night. I suspect it had to be Mitzuki Honda, the quietest, but most lethal member of the Fashion Mafia. The note read:

Dearest Lucinda:
We notice you did not wear one of your new gifts yesterday. Due to your successful missions, you have proven yourself worthy to wear the world’s most desirable fashions, so why stick with Canadian? Time to polish up your image to our standards, Darling. Would you be a dear and write a feature article on _______________  _______________ [Editor's note: This is the same nameless designer who made the risky business transaction on Tuesday. Her identity must be protected at all costs.]? Please tell your readers that only the most sophisticated brides wear her gowns and they must use her new bridal planning service. She has been such a loyal client of ours, we have allowed her to expand her business. You will help promote this.

That’s not a bad assignment at all. I like this designer and would be happy to write a Sophisticated City column about weddings. It will have to wait until next week, though, since I must complete my yearly top ten lists. They are invaluable to my readers and their annual wardrobes.