Ainslon sighed and took a deep breath, ignoring the glares Easton kept throwing in her direction. This was taking forever.
“Sis, you’re the one that needs an outfit. I just came along for moral support.”
“I know.” Ainslon hadn’t expected it to be this hard to find a dress for the Mayor’s Ball, but there was so much at stake. Even though she was an accomplished businesswoman in her own right, she hadn’t garnered the kind of attention Lauren had. Only the most elite received invitations to the ball.
“You’re thinking about this too much. You’ve looked fabulous in all of the dresses you have tried on.”
“I don’t want to embarrass her.”
Easton rolled her eyes. “Stop being so stupid. That’s not going to happen.”
“Okay. Okay.” She decided on the first dress she’d tried on. An hour later, the
