Chapter Five
AIMEE STOOD IN front of her closet, staring at a bunch of…
She sighed. Church clothes. I own nothing but church clothes. She shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. Maybe I should raid Karla’s closet. Heaven knows, her wardrobe is nothing like a church woman’s. She wasn’t sure what she was thinking. She’d never be able to pull this off. There was just nothing sexy about Turtleneck Aimee, the name given to her in high school for not giving the boys what they wanted.
“Is there a reason you’re standing in front of your closet praying?” Karla asked as she leaned on Aimee’s doorframe, biting into an apple after she finished speaking.
What else do you do with a closet full of church clothes? “I don’t have anything to wear,” Aimee said with a sigh. “Nothing.”
Karla pushed
