*Third Person POV*
Friday afternoon, 2:00 PM. The shopping mall buzzed with weekend shoppers, but Helen barely noticed the crowd as she moved through the racks at her favorite boutique, Eleanor trailing behind her.
"What about this one?" Helen held up a navy dress with delicate sleeves.
Eleanor tilted her head, considering. "Too formal. You're meeting his dad, not interviewing for a job."
Helen sighed and returned the dress to the rack. "I don't know what I'm doing. What does one wear to meet their boyfriend's father for the first time?"
"Something that says 'I'm lovely and appropriate but also the woman your son is crazy about.'" Eleanor pulled out a deep blue wrap dress. "Try this."
Helen took it skeptically but disappeared into the fitting room. When she emerged, Eleanor's face li
