21
Moira studied herself in the mirror and wondered if the dress she wore was nice enough. Piper had texted that she should dress for a date, even though they planned to meet for coffee. The cocktail dress would work for most dates, she assumed. Her idea of a good date was shorts and gym shoes for riding the Tilt-A-Whirl. Remembering her first date with Jimmy brought a blush to her cheeks, which wasn’t entirely unflattering.
Screw it. Her dress would have to do. She wasn’t good at auditioning repeatedly. Billie had hired her, so she must’ve done something right.
She checked the time, and a stab of panic hit her. She had to hurry and pray for no traffic on her drive into downtown. Shoving her keys into her clutch purse, she rushed out the door.
Forty minutes later, she stood in line to
