Chapter Sixteen
“No. No. No. No.” Quinn threw one outfit after another onto her bed. “I don’t have anything to wear to the theater.”
“You have a whole closet of new clothes that Sean gave you,” Indie pointed out. “Surely something in that monstrous pile will do.”
“Nothing that says elegant, sophisticated, funny and smart,” Quinn complained. She slid hangers aside and dug into the back of her closet. “Aha! I’m wearing this.” She held out the black dress she’d worn on her disastrous date with Tad. The drycleaner had performed a small miracle and removed the eau de shrimp scent that had lingered.
“I thought you were looking for a new you, not old Quinn.”
“That doesn’t mean I gave up everything black. The little black dress is essential to every girl’s wardrobe. When in doubt, it goes fro
