It was no surprise at all that Hank was late. In fact, Bree would’ve been shocked if he’d been on time. But when he knocked on her door at 9:30 that evening, she wasn’t upset at all that he was late. It had given her a little more time to work on a new song she was writing and a little less time to be in the same room with Monica and Trent.
“You look purty!” Hank exclaimed as she opened the door.
Glancing down at the dress she was wearing, Bree said, “Thanks.” It was a mix of beachy and nightclub. A nice green strappy dress that came to about mid-thigh with a floral print in corals and reds, she figured it would work for the local bar. Her hair was pinned up in a twist and she was wearing hoop earrings, a necklace, and a few bangles, as well as strappy sandals with a small heel. “You lo
