“I mean, this is my organization! I’m the one who started it!” She grimaced. “Does that sound petty?”
Dini swiveled in Blew’s mirror, squinting at herself in the cashmere wrap sweater. Did the olive make her face look green? She turned to the right, then to the left.
The response in her head was in her mother’s voice. “Nice cut, but olive?? You know it always makes you look washed-out!”
Dini wrinkled her nose. Should she try the mustard? She slipped back into the dressing room. Shopping for her winter wardrobe would be so much more pleasant if she didn’t have to photograph and send every last item for her mother’s approval.
Of course, Ma would shudder at the word “approval.” “I just want to see what you’re wearing this season!” she always insisted. “Since I can’t see you in person.”
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