I tossed the muumuu into the trash, but I couldn’t quite toss the flip-flops. I decided no one would know if I put them in the garment bag.
A few judicious repairs to my hair, and I was ready.
I considered myself in the mirror. A force to be reckoned with.
There’s just something about blood red lipstick, hundred dollar an ounce perfume, and a plunging neckline that makes a woman feel invincible.
If it occasionally makes men a little stupid, well, that’s rather the point, isn’t it?
My little sister had done things that would put an adult in jail. For a very long time.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want AJ to learn there were consequences to her actions, but I didn’t want her to learn from ja...
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