It’s purr-fect.” Jesse was, Sophie sensed, an undemanding critic who would have said the same thing had she descended in the garment bag she’d brought the dress home in. Still, it was a terrific dress and she felt good in it, which all the real authorities said was, in the end, the important thing. “Tell her, Mike.” He looked away from the flat screen, gave her a hard once-over, a nod, and a grin. “Oh, yeah. Purr-fect.” “Smart aleck.” He chuckled and went back to his program. “You look lovely, Sophie. You certainly know how to work with that beautiful hair of yours.” She smiled her gratitude but had to admit, “That’s all my mom’s doing. She had great taste and she considered me her greatest challenge. One of my first memories is of walking behind her through the kids’ department at Penney’s and her draping clothes over one side of my face to compare both my hair and my skin with a specific color.
