45 WinnieWinnie tucked her Kia Rio into the parking slot beneath her studio apartment, turned off the ignition, and sighed happily.
She’d stay home today doing LaNoir’s accounting. She was glad she wouldn’t be on her feet at the salon. Since she wouldn’t be dealing with clients, she’d had the fun of wearing her new jumpsuit to class.
She loved how the light-weight cotton batiste lay like a delicate cloud against her skin. The pink spaghetti straps were perfect for the spring warmth.
Recalling Treasa’s reaction when she’d first described the hot-pink dotted Swiss outfit, she giggled.
Her stylist colleague had asked if a Swiss jumpsuit was different from an American one.
Hiding her surprise at the question, Winnie’d explained that her jumpsuit was made from a fabric originally created o
