“It’s boring and gutless. This is your oldest child, Mina. You’ll do black for your grandchildren’s weddings”
Every mechuteneste needs a Raizy Gordon in her life to tell her not to do black.
“But it’s classy and slenderizing and safe,” I argued. “You always wear black.”
She swatted the air. “It’s boring and gutless. This is your oldest child, Mina. You’ll do black for your grandchildren’s weddings.”
Who was I to argue?
Masha, the woman helping us, was too tall and too sweet for my liking. “Stunning,” she gushed when I walked out of the fitting room wearing a blush-colored gown that made me look like a ghost.
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