She tried the more conventional dress on first, liking the flowy fabric and the fact that she could eat without any fussy, tight material constricting her. She exited the change room and Kym instantly said, “No, ma’am.” “What?” Retta asked, touching the dress and twirling around to look at herself in the full-length mirror. “I like it.” Nia approached and pulled the garment to get it to sit better around Retta’s bust. “You look like a reverend’s wife. Or a woman who still has a landline,” Kym said.
