George Bernard Shaw “YOU’D LIVE IN NEW YORK?” Bess chewed on her thumbnail.
“Yes.” Dolley tapped her sister’s hand and then paced the kitchen’s sitting area. She’d been stewing about Barb’s offer all day. “Although she talked about working with their LA team and possibly the London group.”
“New York.” Abby’s eyes were huge. No smile creased her normally happy face. “You would love living there. You’d fit in.”
“I don’t know about that.” Dolley waved a hand over her jeans and red top. “Everyone who works with Liam thinks black is the ultimate wardrobe choice.”
“So you’d stand out.” Bess leaned forward from her spot of the sofa. “You’d add a spark of color to their dull worlds. People would circle you like you were an exotic plant. Or a light and they’re all moths.”
Dolley shook her head. “Don’t moths eat clothes?”
