“Nice to see you too,” I deadpan, opening my door wider for her to step inside.
She rolls her eyes and smiles, wrapping her arms around me for a quick hug. “You look beautiful, as always, but you can’t wear black to a wedding.”
My brows tighten. “Why not?”
“Because you just can’t. You need a bright and colorful cocktail dress. Something that shows off your curves and chest.”
“I’m not a show horse.” My shoulders tense. “Plus, this dress is comfortable.”
“Yeah, so is wearing a muumuu. Doesn’t mean you wear it out in public.” She grabs my hand and leads me down the hall to my bedroom. “I know you have some good stuff in here between all your scrubs.” She goes through my closet like it’s her life mission to find me the perfect dress. I’ve attended dozens of charity events for my dad, and
