CHAPTER 34
Isn't this perfect? Grace had texted a photo of a lovely turquoise evening gown.
For court? No. Also a bit much for the grocery store.
It's for you to wear to the gala (face palm emoji). It's your color and style, she explained to her fashion-illiterate friend.
I'm blushing--too much cleavage! I'd walk around with my arms crossed all night. My eyes are up here, lol.
Fine, fine. How about this? She texted a more modest version of the dress.
If I do push-ups twice a day, will I have arms like Michelle Obama in time to wear that?
Absolutely. (laughing emoji, with tears)
Then I'd better get started, I texted. Hey, thanks for dressing me, and also for the list.
We don't mention the list, remember? Lol. Any luck with that?
I haven't worked on it yet. Other stuff keeps gettin
