you.” Sasha giggled again as piles of clothes filled the dressing room.
Brenna’s assistant brought out scones and ginger tea on a beautiful, hand painted tray. She placed it on a multicolored, silk pouf ottoman with fringe tassels. Tina, Vic and Karen helped themselves.
“This is such an awesome store. Why haven’t we shopped here before?” Tina asked, with half a scone in her mouth.
“Because this style isn’t our thing. I’m friggin Puerto Rican, for God’s sake. I wear six inch heels and tight pink pants. But this wasn’t Sasha’s thing either until I decided it was for her own good. Get out here so we can see you,” Vic yelled, as she pounded on the dressing room door.
Sasha slowly cracked the door open and peeked out, making sure they were the only ones in the store. She exited the dressing room wearing an embroidered halter top, a layered, fluffy mini skirt and short moto boots.
“Nope, not doing it for me… next.” Vic was laser beamed on Sasha and the style she wanted for her. Nothing would work except perfection. After six outfit changes things began to take shape. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”
Three quarter length skirts in every floral pattern under the sun were set aside. Long tops, short tops, tank tops, and midriff tops would go perfectly with the skirts. Sasha needed a few wide leather belts and scarves as accent pieces. A pair of black, ballerina slippers, two pairs of moto boots, short and tall, Converse Chuck Taylor Classic black high tops and a pair of tall duck boots were stacked next to the cash register. Vic picked out five pairs of chandelier earrings, two pairs of huge sunglasses, a three quarter length, black curly wool coat and a distressed, brown leather bomber jacket.
“Okay, we’re done. Go ahead and ring this stuff up.” After two hours of clothing changes Sasha’s hair stood straight up. “That hairstyle works too. We’ll grab you some whipped marshmallow texturizer from the salon. It’s to die for!” Vic said, pleased as punch.
Sasha was frazzled, but happily handed Brenna her Platinum Visa card. Today’s total was $3246.00. Sasha took a scone and a tea bag home for a bedtime snack.
Tina, Karen and Vic helped her carry the bags into the house, had a glass of wine and said their good nights. It was already nine-thirty.
Before they left, Vic gave Sasha the clothing instructions. “From now on, I want you to own that look, girl. There’s no way in hell Jack the jerkoff would ever recognize you, especially if you wear the sunglasses, even on cloudy days. That isn’t negotiable. Sasha, you’re absofrigginlutely adorable in those outfits. I mean it, so enjoy them and wear them with confidence.”
“What should I wear while I’m working at home?” Sasha didn’t want to disappoint Vic by wearing the wrong outfit.
“When you’re painting, or working outside, wear whatever you want, honey. These outfits are for your public persona. They’re for the new you, to stay hidden in plain sight, okay?” Vic planted a big kiss on Sasha’s cheek, shocking them both. “Wow, I even surprise myself sometimes,” she laughed.
Sasha smiled from ear to ear. “Okay, I understand now. It’s like role playing in public, right?”
“That’s exactly right, babe. Alright, we’re outa here. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Sasha turned on the coach lamps and watched as the girls walked down the sidewalk toward their cars. She couldn’t be happier with her friends, or the beautiful mums that lined each side of the brick walkway. Life in Tarrytown was getting better every day. She smiled and closed the door.
***
“Excuse me,” he called out, as he slowed down in front of the Victorian Friday morning. Josh lowered his window when he caught a glimpse of that blonde, planting bulbs next to the porch. Who is this babe and where the hell is Sasha?
She turned when she heard the voice calling out to her. Sasha shielded the sun with her forearm so she could get a
Brenna’s assistant brought out scones and ginger tea on a beautiful, hand painted tray. She placed it on a multicolored, silk pouf ottoman with fringe tassels. Tina, Vic and Karen helped themselves.
“This is such an awesome store. Why haven’t we shopped here before?” Tina asked, with half a scone in her mouth.
“Because this style isn’t our thing. I’m friggin Puerto Rican, for God’s sake. I wear six inch heels and tight pink pants. But this wasn’t Sasha’s thing either until I decided it was for her own good. Get out here so we can see you,” Vic yelled, as she pounded on the dressing room door.
Sasha slowly cracked the door open and peeked out, making sure they were the only ones in the store. She exited the dressing room wearing an embroidered halter top, a layered, fluffy mini skirt and short moto boots.
“Nope, not doing it for me… next.” Vic was laser beamed on Sasha and the style she wanted for her. Nothing would work except perfection. After six outfit changes things began to take shape. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about.”
Three quarter length skirts in every floral pattern under the sun were set aside. Long tops, short tops, tank tops, and midriff tops would go perfectly with the skirts. Sasha needed a few wide leather belts and scarves as accent pieces. A pair of black, ballerina slippers, two pairs of moto boots, short and tall, Converse Chuck Taylor Classic black high tops and a pair of tall duck boots were stacked next to the cash register. Vic picked out five pairs of chandelier earrings, two pairs of huge sunglasses, a three quarter length, black curly wool coat and a distressed, brown leather bomber jacket.
“Okay, we’re done. Go ahead and ring this stuff up.” After two hours of clothing changes Sasha’s hair stood straight up. “That hairstyle works too. We’ll grab you some whipped marshmallow texturizer from the salon. It’s to die for!” Vic said, pleased as punch.
Sasha was frazzled, but happily handed Brenna her Platinum Visa card. Today’s total was $3246.00. Sasha took a scone and a tea bag home for a bedtime snack.
Tina, Karen and Vic helped her carry the bags into the house, had a glass of wine and said their good nights. It was already nine-thirty.
Before they left, Vic gave Sasha the clothing instructions. “From now on, I want you to own that look, girl. There’s no way in hell Jack the jerkoff would ever recognize you, especially if you wear the sunglasses, even on cloudy days. That isn’t negotiable. Sasha, you’re absofrigginlutely adorable in those outfits. I mean it, so enjoy them and wear them with confidence.”
“What should I wear while I’m working at home?” Sasha didn’t want to disappoint Vic by wearing the wrong outfit.
“When you’re painting, or working outside, wear whatever you want, honey. These outfits are for your public persona. They’re for the new you, to stay hidden in plain sight, okay?” Vic planted a big kiss on Sasha’s cheek, shocking them both. “Wow, I even surprise myself sometimes,” she laughed.
Sasha smiled from ear to ear. “Okay, I understand now. It’s like role playing in public, right?”
“That’s exactly right, babe. Alright, we’re outa here. Talk to you tomorrow.”
Sasha turned on the coach lamps and watched as the girls walked down the sidewalk toward their cars. She couldn’t be happier with her friends, or the beautiful mums that lined each side of the brick walkway. Life in Tarrytown was getting better every day. She smiled and closed the door.
***
“Excuse me,” he called out, as he slowed down in front of the Victorian Friday morning. Josh lowered his window when he caught a glimpse of that blonde, planting bulbs next to the porch. Who is this babe and where the hell is Sasha?
She turned when she heard the voice calling out to her. Sasha shielded the sun with her forearm so she could get a
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