Chapter 23
Zandra
Moving each dress one at a time, I searched for a dress that looked right for a mother. Pulling a nice blue one off the rack, I held it up. “How about this one, Taylor. Does this scream “mom” to you?”
She made a face that told me she hated it. “No, that one screams grandma.” She held up a very short, hot pink dress with spaghetti straps. “I like this one. You should go try it on.”
“That’s not a mom dress at all, Taylor.” I shook my head. “You’re really no help. Maybe I should ask a saleslady for some help instead.”
Taylor looked around. “Good luck with that. This place is one step below Target.”
A woman, who looked to be in her thirties and who had two little kids sitting in her shopping cart, came up behind me. “Sorry to interrupt, but did I hear you say you were l
