Linda stood in the doorway, smiling.
“Is something wrong with your skirt?”
“You did this.”
She shrugged slightly.
“I saved you from embarrassing yourself.”
For a moment I thought I might scream.
Instead, everything inside me became strangely calm.
I wiped my face with my hand.
“You know, you might be right. Maybe it wasn’t appropriate.”
Her smile grew.
“I’m glad you’re finally being sensible.”
Carefully, I gathered the ruined skirt into my arms and stood.
“We should make a few changes.”
I walked straight past her.
The planner looked up when I placed the damaged skirt on the table.
“What happened?”
I leaned closer.
“I need your help.”
After I explained my idea, she asked only one question.
“Are you sure?”
