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Emma
“Okay, but how do we feel about this? Do we think that it is just the right amount of over the top, or is it just overkill?” Maia asks, posing in the doorway of her living room. “I don’t want to fall prey to my mother’s instinct for over the top everything. She’s from Hong Kong, so she’s partially excused, but… you know.”
I’m sitting on a low blue suede couch with pretty blonde Alice, eyeing Maia’s outfit. It’s a red lace jumpsuit, low cut in the front and back, and it emphasizes Maia’s tiny waist.
“I think it’s perfect,” Alice says. “Very cutting edge.”
“It’s not too revealing, is it?” Maia asks, turning for us to inspect her. Her British accent makes me smile.
“No,” I assure her. “You’ll be the belle of the ball.”
“Wonderful!” she says. “I mean, even though we are only goin
