in all modesty; Marina Rust relished the idea of sampling fall's demure looks, though she discovered that coverage isn't always clever.

Byline: Marina Rust

This is the sort of assignment I usually accept. Would I like Vogue to send me the latest looks off the runways, then I'll wear them to parties? Um, yes. "Fall is all about prim," said my editor. "You'll be reporting how you feel in the clothes, and how others react to them."

One problem, though. I'm already prim.

"No, you're not. Did you see the Rochas show? Go to Style.com, view Rochas, and call me back."

I click onto Rochas, fall. The looks are mostly long, which I love, in light-as-a-feather-looking chiffons and Edwardian ruffles. Look number four is sleeveless, with a demure boat neckline and a romantic rose floral print that I immediately envision at the New York Botanical Garden ball.

I call my editor: "I'm so there."

The fashion department sends me their selection in a canvas-covered rolling rack, which I roll into the bedroom. It's good timing. I'm going to an engagement party downtown that night; I'm bound to see old friends.