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Remy was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit for the Sunday post-church social when Shelby came in.
“Whoa! Hot mama,” Shelby said, wiggling her brows.
Remy blushed as she glanced down at her pale yellow cotton sundress.
“I’ve worn this to social before,” she said, feeling silly.
“Yeah, but not with your hair in a fancy updo like that,” Shelby said, stepping into Remy’s bedroom to circle around her and admire. “Is that a braid? Wait, are you wearing blush and mascara?”
“Well… yes,” Remy admitted. “I want to look nice, is that a crime?”
“Nooooo,” Shelby said, shaking her head. “It’s just, I figure you’re getting all dressed up for a reason. Hmm? Like a certain hunky soldier who’s just come back to town?”
“Shelby, don’t be ridiculous,” Remy said.
“Who is being ridiculo
