Shrimps Versus Jealousy

I am not having a great night.

The panic started yesterday at lunch.

First of all, I wasn’t aware that the launch party required formal attire.

Second, I did not have anything of the sort. Do I look like someone who can whip up a gown out of their closet? When and in what capacity would I ever need something like that?

Third, I cannot ever, even in my wildest dreams, afford a formal dress. I can barely afford my own lunch.

“Girl, it’s a launch party. Of course, you’d need to look fabulous!” Charlie exclaims.

“Even I would be forcing my body into something more decent than what I’m wearing now.” Rosie presents her plaid shirt.

“They’re messing with you. It’s fine, you can just wear whatever.” Andrea slaps Rosie’s shoulder earning her a laugh. “Just your casual everyday business attire is alright, hon.”

“Really? This is okay?” I point down to my jeans, vans, and long-sleeve blouse.

“Well, I mean not that one, I guess.” Andrea backtracks. Tries her best not to insult my clothes.