LIZ'S POV
Days later at school, a pretty girl with glossy red hair that held plenty fancy hairpins joined us for lunch. She came to our table and asked to join. We let her sit with us but Amma did not stop talking about Oscar, she didn't care if everyone was listening.
"I'm going out this weekend with him and I can't even think what to wear." She lamented for the umpteenth time.
"I don't want all of these curves wasting away in something I might wear..I have to wear something that will leave his eyes on me all evening. That is what I want. I need him to be obsessed with me."
"Way to go, girl. If he is not obsessed, he is not the one."
The girl who had joined us said with a grin.
We smiled and Amma continued her gist.
"I don't know what he likes to see his women in, you know, the ki
