Could all of this happen to me so quickly? Was there some good angel looking out for me after all?
I went into a small panic. This was no time to make any mistakes, but I had only two outfits from which to choose. One was a skirt and blouse, and the other was a pair of designer jeans and a blouse. Which was more conservative? The skirt's hem was about two inches below my knees. Was that too "obvious"?
I decided not to risk it and settled on the pants outfit. I pinned up my hair quickly. I rarely needed more makeup than a little brush of lipstick. Any more than that might ring some alarm bells. After one more look at myself, I hurried out and down the stairs, to where both Mrs. Winston and Mrs. McGruder waited to inspect me.
"I don't have very much with me," I said, nearly moaning when I didn't hear either offer some approval.
"With her looks and figure, you can't do much more to be subtle, anyway," Mrs. McGruder said.
