22 WinnieOn Friday, Winnie wore the white wrap dress with the horizontal Navy stripes to work.
She’d shortened it to hit an inch above her knees. The stretch jersey was ninety-six percent cotton.
Ideal fabric for the summery temperature and a perfect fit.
She loved how the V-neck showed the tiniest bit of cleavage. Sexy but not off-putting to her female clients.
The smell, though, was driving her nuts.
Minutes after she’d pulled out of the carport in her Kia, the scent of sandalwood hit her.
It clung to her as she strolled down the sidewalk from her parking spot to the salon.
Indoors, the odor drifted up her nose despite a dozen other beauty scents fighting for air space.
Her hand-me-down dress smelled like Channing.
How could that be?
Last night when she tried it on, the dress h
