Danny’s Point of View
“What’s the matter?” I asked Scarlett when she marched past me into my apartment and dramatically flopped down on my sofa.
“I can’t do it. I simply cannot!”
“What can’t you do, dear?”
“Dylan’s gown. I can’t do it. You’ve heard of writer’s block? Well, I have fashion block.” She sighed.
“Fashion block you say? I can’t say I’ve ever heard of such a thing.” Scarlett picked her head up and shot me an annoyed glance. “You just need to be inspired my dear Scarlett, that’s all.”
“Oh, is that all? Why didn’t I think of that?” She said in a very snarky tone. “How do you suggest I ‘get inspired’?”
“What do you say to you and I taking a jaunt to Paris? If you cannot find inspiration there, then we’ll start dress shopping.”
“Are you serious? Danny, don’t play with
