“Hi,” Nora said, her eyes flicking from my carefully fluffed hair and sweeping quickly down my sundress before making sustained contact with mine. “You look beautiful. Are you ready to go?” “I’m, uh…” Did she say beautiful? Once again, a simple compliment had my cheeks engulfed in flames. I took in her black trousers and shiny shoes, the exact opposite of casual beach chic. “Am I dressed okay? My mom and aunt seemed to think we were going someplace fancy.” “What’s your definition of fancy?” Nora opened the passenger side door for me, waiting while I took my seat. “Linen napkins,” was the only
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