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"You look amazing," Becky said when I pirouetted to show off my outfit. The black dress flipped out, revealing a lot of thigh. I'd have to remember not to spin around on the dance floor. Not that I anticipated any dancing at a product launch.
"Are these earrings okay?" I asked, touching the conservative gold and diamond loops. Dad had given them to our mother on their twentieth wedding anniversary. They were the most expensive pieces of jewelry Becky and I owned.
"Perfect." She sat on my bed, her legs stretched out so that her damp toenail polish didn't rub off on the cover. She'd decided to color them the same deep pink as mine. "And I like your hair out like that. It makes a change from the conservative styles you've worn lately."
I checked myself in the mirror. My hair had gotten
