Storm
After lunch, the girls and I began the daunting task of searching through their wardrobes.
One wardrobe became two, then three.
By the time we were finished, I had managed to narrow my choices down to six gowns.
Six.
Apparently, choosing a dress to meet an entire pack was far more complicated than I had anticipated.
I carried the gowns into Doyle’s bedroom, intending to try them on without an audience. Unfortunately, the girls had other plans.
They followed me into the room and settled themselves comfortably, making it abundantly clear they had no intention of missing a single moment of my impromptu fashion show.
I stared at them.
They stared back.
I sighed.
Fine.
If they wanted to play that game, I could play too.
Gathering the gowns into my arms, I marched into the adj
