CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Natalie had exactly three dresses. One was too casual, one was too old, and the last one had a tiny tear near the hem that she prayed nobody would notice.
She stood in the middle of her apartment, staring at all three hanging from the closet door. "This is a disaster."
A knock came from her front door.
"You say that every time we go somewhere fancy."
Jasmine walked in carrying two shopping bags and an iced coffee. Natalie accepted the coffee first. "You're an angel."
"I know."
Jasmine looked at the dresses, then looked at Natalie, then back at the dresses. "Oh..."
Natalie groaned. "That bad?"
"It's not bad."
Jasmine smiled apologetically.
"It's just..."
"They all scream 'I have bills to pay.'"
Natalie sighed. "I do have bills to pay."
Jasmine laughed before l
