“Why? Is something wrong?”
She stood back and motioned me into the bedroom.
I looked in the mirror. Who was that?
I turned back to the door. Car, Mimi, and Joyce were all watching me.
“That’s not me,” I told them.
“No,” Mimi smiled. “It’s an impostor. We’ll have to call the police. Now, I think you’ll love the shoes,” she continued. “The heel is only two inches high. The ones you’ll wear tomorrow are three and a half.
“Good God!” I sighed.
Joyce looked at her watch. “It’s eight-forty. Shouldn’t your escort be here?”
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Joyce went to answer it. Wilson and Ryan were there.
“Are our dates ready?” I heard Ryan ask.
“I just have to put on my shoes,” I said as I walked out of the bedroom.
“Chris!” Wilson exclaimed. “God, you are spectacular.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He had on perfectly pressed jeans, a silk looking jacket, and a collarless shirt.
I turned to Mimi. “Why couldn’t I have worn casual like that?”