My aunt would have had a fit and compared the dress to something a two-dollar hooker would wear. Okay, perhaps she wouldn’t have said it in those exact words, but I could easily imagine her horror. Which was exactly why we’d gotten ready at Jagger’s place. Jagger’s mom was young—like, actually young, not full of Botox young—and she’d said our dresses were hot. That was it. No, be home by midnight. No, be responsible.
