~TESSA~
Oh no, Debbie!
What was she up to again?
She marched in and closed the door behind her. “That dress? That beige thing? No, ma’am. No... no... no. Not for your first party as a Bishop-in-law..”
“I... I don’t need anything fancy,” I stammered. “I just want to be comfortable.”
“Comfort is for bedsheets. You’re Ryder Bishop’s woman. You’re not showing up in something that looks like oatmeal.”
Before I could argue, she was at the closet, pulling garment bags off hangers like a madwoman on a mission.
“Hair up. No—twisted up. Earrings. We’ll go minimal on the eyes, but lips? Bold. Statement.”
“Debbie...”
“Trust the process, grasshopper.”
A chair appeared behind me.
She sat me down, then opened a mirrored makeup case.
I just wanted to appear simple, but I guess Debbie was abo
