CHAPTER TEN
ANNA
Melanie held up a skimpy red dress in front of me. "How about this one?"
"It looks like lingerie."
"That's the point. You need to branch out."
I took the dress from her, which really was more like a see-through slip with some sequins. I wrinkled my nose. "I don't need to branch out this far."
Melanie sighed but returned the dress to the rack. We'd met up for coffee and shopping at the Beverly Center, and Melanie had insisted on helping me find some new dresses for wedding season.
"You don't have to dress like a grandma when you attend a wedding," Melanie was saying. "Besides, it's LA. Nobody expects you to be modest." She shuddered at the word modest.
"Considering I'm wearing a bridesmaid dress more often than not, I don't see why it matters."
Melanie snagged a ma
