DIANA
Maxine didn’t blink. She stared at me like I had just announced I wanted to win the lottery.
Then, slowly, she leaned back, crossed her arms, and tilted her head to the side. Her lips curled into that smug little smile she always had when she was about to say something that someonewon’t like.
“Well,” she said, dragging the word out. “First, we have to start with how you dress. Honestly, Diana… you dress like someone’s grandma.”
I blinked. My grin faded.
“Wait, what?” I asked, even though I’d heard her clearly.
She pointed straight at me. “The cardigan. The long skirt. The plain shoes. You look like you’re on your way to a book club full of elderly women.”
I looked down at my clothes. The oversized cream cardigan was soft. It felt like a hug every time I wore it. The navy skirt
