Milan had to have been six feet tall, with curves that reminded me of Marilyn Monroe and white-blonde hair that was styled into magnificent finger waves. Neon purple lipstick, black and white striped high-waisted pants, and something that best resembled a leather bralette. She was over the top, and yet pulled it all off so effortlessly.
"Good afternoon, good afternoon!" she greeted, air-kissing Lori's cheeks and then mine.
She held my hands at a distance and grinned at me. "Lori here has told me all about your gala. I could not be more excited to fit you into my schedule. I think we will find you something absolutely fabulous."
"I'm excited, too." I smiled at her.
I actually was getting a bit excited. Something about the woman made you want to follow her to the ends of the earth, even just moments after meeting her.
