"Are you sure this isn't too much?" I ask looking in the full length mirror.
My assistant for the day laughs, smoothing down the light blue fabric and twirling one of the
curled strands of hair that falls from my bun, giving my face a nice frame.
"It's a fancy event. Think of it as the red carpet. You're going to make a big impression."
Is scan the mirror, trying to decide if I picked the right gown.
It has that little extra flair to keep my usually boring style interesting and enough fabric to clothe
six children.
"Hair and makeup done," my assistant whispers to herself. "Now we head outside and the carpet
directors will let you know when to start walking."
She picks up the train and leads me out the door of the trailer, around the outside of the premier
setup on the opposit
