I’m not a bold person and only have a few orange accent pillows on a loveseat in the unused living room. As a big believer in the beauty of beige, Sandy insisted we keep things a nice neutral. The orange pillows were my only act of defiance. Now I stand in an orange sundress and pumps, looking as bold as a raging August sun. “Winston’s going to eat you alive,” Bethany says, taking a picture on her phone. “Zulma will want to see you decked out.” I twirl for the picture before checking my hair again. “You look great, Meredith. Just don’t act like a shrink. Be the way you are with me and Zulma.” “Arrogant and distant?” “Well that, but also sweet and irresistible.” “I’m really nervous and I’m not sure why. He saw me hung over this morning. I looked like crap and my breath was deadly. I look like a supermodel compared to how hideous I was this morning.”
