“Tansy, sweetheart, you could wear a trash bag and still outshine every single person in this city.” “A trash bag, huh?” Tansy had lost track of all the unorthodox compliments Gemma had given her. Unorthodox compliments that felt all the more special than some pat, regurgitated you’re so sexy nonsense would have. “A garbage bag,” Gemma confirmed, giving the bottle of glitter one final shake. “I, for one, would still find you dead sexy wearing a, uh, hefty, hefty, heft—
