Rachel
“Nope.”
“Definitely nope.”
“All the nopes in Nopeville.”
My little sister Rose resolutely shot down every single nice dress I owned.
“I don’t know why I’m asking you anyway.” I stuck out my tongue. “Your idea of business formal is a new set of scrubs.”
Rose shrugged. “Sure, my life is mostly spent covered in other people’s bodily fluids, but I do know how to dress for dinner. You can’t wear what you wear to the office,” she said from her reclining position on my bed. She popped another grape in her mouth. “And you don’t dress for LaRue’s the way you dress for family night at IHOP.”
“I am not.”
She grunted and squinted one eye critically at my shapeless dress. “Girl, you’ve got the Perez curves. When are you going to embrace it? Sofía Vergara made a career out of a body like
