They have assured her all she needs to bring is herself and clothes. Clothes were another issue. Celia had gone to the malls in Lexington to find the right outfits for Los Angeles. Unfortunately, she didn’t see anything she liked. She pulled into The Figure 8, hoping Beth Harrison would have something unique. “Hey, Celia.” Beth Harrison was hunkered under the beginning of a shelving unit. “These things are so darn tricky when you first put them together.” Beth’s five-foot, eight inch frame stood tall in her cork-wedged espadrilles. The body hugging grey strapless dress, belted at the waist was exactly what Celia was looking for. Only Beth’s crimson hair was straight, hanging down her back, and the blunt bangs made the perfect frame for her slender face. “I want that.” Celia pointed to the dress. “I’ve got plenty.” Beth swayed to the back of the store. “Is this for the big trip you have coming up?” The question hammered her. Had it already gotten all over Grandberry Falls that she was heading to Los Angeles?
