Chapter 11
“What about this one?” Olivia asked, holding a blouse up to her chest, while staring at the floor length mirror. She had been trying to decide the right outfit for the past hour. It was after six o’clock, and she still needed to do her make up. If she didn’t pick out an outfit soon, she was going to be late, and she hated being late. It wasn’t because she was excited to go on her first date in years. Who was she kidding? She was totally excited and freaking out; not necessarily in a good way.
“It’s nice.” Kathy said with a tight face, like she was trying not to grimace.
“What’s wrong with this one?” She asked exasperated. This is what she got for taking advice from a matchmaker. If it was up to her, she would be in jeans and a t-shirt and be done with it. No, Kathy cornered h
