My Kind of Southern Hospitality pt 2
‘Alice there’s a phone call for you!’ yelled my mother from her study room downstairs. ‘I’ll be right down,’ I yelled back. I was standing in front of my mirror admiring myself a skintight strapless emerald dress I had borrowed from my mother’s closet. Sine I couldn’t find my strapless bras, I had decided not to wear a bra at all. My hardened nipples were slightly visible, but I didn’t care. I had been trying on dresses all evening. Not only because I wanted to find a dress that would impress...