opened.
âHey, restaurant girl!â Elliott greeted me, just me, with a smile. I held on to that until he looked at Emerald and his attentionâÂalong with my resolveâÂvanished. âAnd hey to you, too, Emerald. Why does it seem like you have connections with everyone in the city? I just met, like, three Âpeople who know you.â
âHey, youâre in Manhattan now. Itâs all about who you know,â she said, puffing up her chest, which looked even more robust under a huge silk chiffon scarf.
âAnyway!â I said. The last thing I wanted was to let Emerald go on about her âconnections.â âEm was just saying how I need to get a new suit for work,â I said to Elliott, sure heâd veto any unnecessary suits. âBecause she thinks my current one is too âblah.â â
âOh, yeah, thatâs a good idea.â
I glared at him, dumbstruck. âReally?â
âI think youâd look nice in a new suit,â he said. But did he mean ânewâ? Or did he mean designer? Something picked out by Emerald?
âSee?â Emerald said, basking in her triumph. âCome on, I can even start our consultation tonight. Learn how to take some piston and let me give you an outfit for your dinner.â
âNo. Thatâs unnecessary. We have toâÂâ
âOh, whatâs the harm?â Elliott asked. âJust for fun.â He followed Emerald into her room and they turned around, waiting for me to follow.
âCome on,â Emerald said. âYour boyfriend wants a fresh piece of tail.â
I didnât laugh, but I saw Elliott stifle a little bit of a smile. I dragged myself toward Emeraldâs room, but stood in the doorway, my arms crossed.
âThis would be so flattering on you,â she said, pulling a dress out of her closet. âItâs sort of Halston-Âlike and would show off your cute boobs and accentuate your flat stomach. And then this . . .â She held up a cropped bomber jacket. âItâs also from the seventies and, you know, toughens up the look. So you donât look so pretty.â
She peered at me, waiting for a response. Elliott sat in Emeraldâs chartreuse velvet armchair, amused.
âOkay, Iâll try it on.â I didnât have the energy for Emerald to fawn over me.
I grabbed the hanger and ducked back into my room to slip on the dress, and it was, indeed, flattering. The red fabric gathered at the bust, swept down my sides, and came out in a wispy trumpet shape at my knees. I put on the leather jacket, and though I never would have picked this out myself, again, Emerald was right. I didnât feel so green and scared, but rather strong and protected. No wonder so many women in New York wore leather.
âYou look incredible !â Emerald jumped up and down when I stepped out into the living room. Then she calmed herself by admiring her work. âOh, the red looks so good on your skin. And the leather. Itâs too perfect. Keep those. They donât fit me anymore.â
âWow!â Elliott said. âYou look great.â
âOne last thing,â Emerald added. âTake this purse and seal the deal. Itâs the latest Proenza Schouler bag. The PS1 is done and now theyâre onto this. It wonât be in stores for another year.â
I looked down at the purse, a blue, green, and gold rectangle with inlaid triangles and textures. Some pony hair, some leather, maybe snake or skate?
âThe purse is a loaner. But donât even think about returning that other stuff.â
âOkay,â I griped. I hated being put in this situation, but the clothes and especially the purse were so beautiful. I looked better and, in some ways, felt better. Somehow, Emerald, who barely knew me, had cracked the code of fabric and proportions. I had tried so hard to get this right, but she could have done it blindfolded. It was a
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