Wednesday morning, I sat with the make-up artist and hair stylists for more than two hours. When they were done, I hardly recognized myself. Then the wardrobe people took over.
“I’m Mimi,” the head costume person told me. “This will be a little hard. I didn’t realize you were so slim. We’ll have to pin the back to make it look like it fits.” She gestured to a tuxedo that was hanging on the rack. “But it’ll look great on you. Rick said we’d start with a shirt and bow tie, too, but we’ll remove them later.”
“But I’ll still have the jacket on?” I asked to make sure.
“The only thing that will show is your throat and a little of your chest. It will be very provocative. It will ignite fantasies.”
I was finally pinned into a beautiful tuxedo by eleven. It was almost lunch before Rick, the pho
