Chapter 56
GrahamJeans or slacks? A nice T-shirt or something else? What else did I have besides dress shirts?
I retrieved another option from my closet and returned to stand in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom. Holding up a multi-colored Robert Graham sport shirt—swirled with paisley and a faint dragon print—under my chin, I wasn’t sure. Too loud? Too metrosexual? Why had I bought this thing in the first place?
“You’re acting like a teenage girl,” I chided in the empty room.
The shirt joined the other discarded options on the bed, then I reached again for a light grey, linen button-down, deciding to wear jeans and slip-on sneakers and call it a day. I rolled up my sleeves and put my game face on.
When Trista invited me to Alexa’s birthday party at her house, I RSVP’ed “y
