CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

I was constantly dragged by Vicky around the store, going through racks of clothes. How could I have forgotten so quickly what she gets when shopping? My feet were aching, and we still haven’t found anything presentable to wear. “How about this?” I turned around close to the mirror, with Vicky sitting on the couch, watching me with her already-picked outfits beside her, neatly placed in two bags. “Bland,” she said with a shake of the head, “there is no way this is getting head turned when you walk in.” “Christ, Vicky, you have said that for every single dress that I have tried on,” I said, exasperated as I studied my reflection in the mirror, unsure what wrong Vicky had seen in the short blue gown with yellow embroidery on its neck. “Trust me, you look gorgeous in all the dresses you have tried so far, but it’s not just doing it for me. This party also has to do with a lot of envious people, which means there will be wolves trying to aim at your husband as well. You need to look spect