the pink with the lace? Or the baby blue with the frills?"
"oh, well..the pink goes with my skin tone..."
"ugh!" I cried gazing at my older sister,Grace in disgust.
"Miss Abbey?" My P.S. ( personal stylist) asked.
"yes?" I repplied
"When is ze matter?" She asked.
I took a moment. It has always taken me a few seconds to get past Joanne's "francais" accent.
"you mean what,",I corrected "What is the matter"
"What is ze matter" she repeated, waiting for my answer.
"it is ze fabriques? You don't like ze pink?"
"Well,Idon't, but that's not it. Joanne,'m different...
"You are unique" she broke in
"Yes..but why? Why am I so strange because I don't like pink or wearing dresses or.."
"because you are a unique personne." she cut in again.
I figured this was all I was going to get so I gathered up my teal gown in the most delicately
*(spell?)* way possible and walked up the winding staircase. all thewhile thinking[i] toe heel..toe heel.
