Cell phone pressed to his ear, he was at a seven out of ten on the annoyance meter, but they continued talking to him anyway. With Travis’s likeness floating around in Georgie’s head, it took her a minute to realize the man in question was actually coming toward her from fifty yards away, flanked by two women. But every time she imagined sitting down across from someone in her new outfit, a cocky, blue-eyed womanizer stared back at her. A man dedicated enough to his child to hire a clown for her birthday party and record the whole three-hour affair on his GoPro.

On the heels of standing up for herself to Travis, she couldn’t help but feel as if a new phase had begun.Īs she turned toward the municipal parking lot, though, her excitement dimmed a little. But she’d spent her whole life buried under clown makeup and garage sale treasures, so presenting a new, more exposed version of herself made the pulse in her wrists beat faster, made tingles race up and down her back. Not that people had to spruce themselves up with expensive clothing and frilly panties to be important. If so, wasn’t that just a little exciting? But when a repeat client of Georgie’s walked right past her on the sidewalk without saying hello, she was forced to wonder if she’d become unrecognizable. Right? Granted, she knew almost everyone in town and they’d never seen her in anything but oversized sweaters and discount jeans. Was it just her or were people staring? No. A bag full of luxurious, very un-Georgie-like clothes weighed down each arm as she walked out onto Main Street in her original pencil skirt outfit. “We have a lot more to try on.”īy the time Georgie walked out of Glitter Threads, her credit card was playing taps. “Not just yet.” Tracy unzipped Georgie’s skirt. “Tell me the damage and let’s get it over with.” I’ve never done this.” She fashioned a dramatic wrist to her forehead. “I guess I haven’t treated myself to nice clothes in. Why did everyone seem to be in on a big secret except for Georgie? “Yeah.” Georgie turned to the side, a little alarmed over the tight material presenting her butt like baked goods in a display case, but she could go with it. The date is with someone else.”Ī slow, devious smile lit up Tracy’s face. “Oh no.” Georgie rushed to correct her, the tips of her ears heating. I just thought there might be something there.” “You helped the man fake an imaginary doctor’s appointment. Tracy’s nonchalant sniff wasn’t convincing.

or just to make a certain someone jealous.” “And paired with a blazer, you could wear it for job interviews, business meetings. There you go.” She circled around Georgie, tucking and smoothing.

“Yes, actually.” It felt good being able to say that, even if she wasn’t totally sold on Pete.

“Why do women believe they need an occasion to dress up? Dress up for life, goddammit!” Finished with her dramatics, Tracy eyeballed Georgie in the mirror.

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