“This dress?” Willa looked down, as if she’d forgotten what she was wearing. “It’s the only dress I have, well, here in New York. I left my other dress at home.”
Max could tell that it was Willa’s indifference, more than what she said, that made Jasmine’s eye twitch.
“You have two dresses.”
“I’m more a blue jeans kind of gal. Cowboy boots and blue jeans.” She lifted one foot and rubbed it against her calf. “These heels are brutal. My feet hate me.”
“You need Prada’s, dear.”
“Prada’s,” Willa said, as if memorizing the name. “Do they have them at Payless? That’s where I usually get my shoes. Except these. I got them at the resale store for two dollars. That totally beats Payless.”
Max thought Jasmine was going to cry as Steven led her away. He grabbed Willa’s hands. “Dance with me.”
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