Becca
“You’re going to need to do better than that,” Carla said, clucking her tongue at me when she saw my jeans and black T-shirt ensemble. I’d come to her house looking for some accessories to spice up my outfit.
Instead, I got a lecture.
“You like this man, correct? This is the one you almost banged in the back of a Buick, yes?”
“It was a Jetta. And what’s your point?”
“Buick sounds better. Alliteration.”
“Your point?” I was beginning to wish Carla had kept her focus on the cats. Instead, she’d stopped in the middle of an oil painting to give me fashion advice before my date with Blake.
“This man read Pride and Prejudice, for heaven’s sake. And watched the movie. He deserves better than this nothing outfit. Do you at least have sexy lingerie on underneath?”
Pride and PrejudiceAn
