“Can I borrow the denim romper to meet J.J.?” Joe said. “Yes, sure. I will Febreze the gusset,” Anita said, winking a flicky liquid-eyelinered eye, set in a sweep of copper dust. Her face looked like it was sculpted from precious metals, Roisin thought. Dev roared. Anita sparkled. They were a good combination. Roisin realized she missed being a good combination.
