What most says: Please buy my paintings? I wondered as I went through outfit after outfit. I was going to be seen alongside goth chicks and maybe a couple Ren Fair castaways, not to mention the few socialite dabblers who would arrive in blonde and spray-tan, posing next to their producer husbands at discreet intervals around the room, prepped for paparazzi. Their work would be priced at three times mine, naturally, and then sell like it was going out of style. I love LA, I reminded myself sternly. I just fucking love it. It would be 80 and sunny all day, and then 80 and dark all night, so I really could wear whatever I wanted. I held up the sky-blue a-line dress and the white gauze halter side by side and stared at them both in the mirror. That blue looks like their eyes, I sighed inwardly, then snapped that hanger back on the rod and took the white one into the shower. When I walked in the front door, Bridget spotted me right away and waved over her head for me to come over.
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