Chapter Eleven
Meg and Jen went out for lunch, darting out to a sidewalk crowded with a midday crowd. It was two streets down to the tiny cafe where they’d have shrimp gumbo and hard crusty bread, without butter Jen would insist.
“That dress you have is soooo perfect,” Meg said, as they sat down across from each other in a back corner of the place.
“Yes, and I’ll be dieting all week just to make sure it looks right.”
“You don’t need to diet!” Meg countered her.
“Just a precaution. If I have to go to this damned affair, I’m going to look perfect. It might make up for losing the contest.”
“You really think you’re going to lose,” Meg was finally acknowledging what Jen had been saying since she heard she was a finalist.
“How, tell me, am I going to win a design contest where three of t
