Chapter 8
“Well, you’re welcome, of course. I just wish it would fit you better. And I do have this cocktail party this evening…”
“Oh, you’d look like a million bucks in this,” Lisa gushes. Carolyn smiles with relief and again grasps after her present.
Lisa carefully folds the glittery garment and sets it back in the box. “I hope you bought one for yourself,” she says, setting the box next to her purse, out of Carolyn’s reach. “Who’s next? Samir?”