“We will leave in an hour. I’ll send Heather to help you prepare.”
I yelped and flew back up the stairs. I am embarrassed to admit that I’ve never been on a real date before. I’ve never even been to a real concert, unless you count the free concerts the South City band plays in the park during the summer. I threw open the wardrobe and groaned. “What do you wear to a concert?” I asked myself out loud. Heather was climbing the stairs behind me, huffing and puffing in her hurry.
“Something formal, elegant, but not too fancy.”
I dug through the dresses hanging in plastic wrapping in the back of the closet. I discarded the red cocktail dress immediately. With my large breasts I’d look like a two-dollar hooker. The classic little black dress looked kind of promising, but it had short
