If that’s not a dress for Easy Lady, I don’t know what is.
It took Julie less than ten minutes to pull out what Eve thought was a bizarre assortment of vegetables and whip up a killer omelet. “What’s this green stuff?”
“That’s called spinach, Eve. Eat it. It’s good for you.”
“What’s this white stuff?”
“Feta. Now eat!”
Eve didn’t ask what the red stuff was, but ate happily away. Julie was a master in the kitchen. And apparently, her omelet creation was a cure for a killer hangover. They didn’t talk much when eating. Eve waited till the end of breakfast to tell Julie, “I don’t care how good you cook, sweets. You’re still meeting that guy. And if you don’t want to do it then call your Grandma for a pep talk. She always talks sense into you. I’ve got an hour before I have to open the store. Want to give me a lift and I’ll pick out the perfect outfit for Easy Lady’s debut?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Okay then. Sounds good.”
Julie may have been a whiz in the kitchen, but Eve was a Goddess in retail. She worked at Luscious, a trendy boutique on the east side of town. It was, in fact, called Eastown; the one block district where artists hung out at coffee shops, college kids smoked at the Hookah Lounge, and rich young mothers went shopping. Luscious allowed Eve a discount on all the designer clothes she so adored, and provided endless entertainment and drama. She didn’t mind retail. She enjoyed talking to people about jewelry, make-up, and clothes, but sometimes she got tired of the politics. The two owners, Michelle and Melissa, hated each other and put Eve in the middle. Thankfully, this morning, Eve was opening the store on her own.
She unlocked the door, keyed in the alarm code to disable it, and motioned Julie inside. “You, my dear, wait here.” Eve pushed Julie gently into the back of the store by the changing rooms. “I already know what you, or should I say, what Julie as Easy Lady should wear.”
Julie casually flipped through the tiny black dresses on a rack the way you might flip through birthday cars at a Hallmark. “You know those teenage ‘80’s movies we like so much?” she called to Eve.
“Yeah?” Eve’s voice called to her from somewhere in the belly of the store.
“Well, if we were in a teenage ‘80s movie, this would be the perfect moment for a musical montage where in ten seconds I try on forty outfits and we sing and dance and then high-five in triumphant.”
“Yeah,” Eve said. She was headed towards Julie and had something draped over her arm. “Only you don’t need to try on forty dresses. I’ve already got the perfect one. Here.”
They walked to the dressing room, which wasn’t a room at all but a small square rug surrounded by velvet curtains. “Easy ladies first,” said Eve, motioning. Julie pulled the curtains open, stepped in, and stepped out of her clothes. The dress seemed like it would be too small to roll over her hips. She waited for the rrrrrriiiiiip sound, but there was silence. The dress went on smoothly. It fit. It did more than fit. It fit her like a second skin, if she’d had a second skin of deep red silk and hidden sequins that caught the light just so. Julie couldn’t believe her own eyes. “Well, come on, sweets!” Eve said and whipped the curtains open. “Holy shit! I should have said, ‘Well come on, Easy Lady’ because if that’s not the dress for Easy Lady, I don’t know what is.” Eve couldn’t help the grin on her face. “This is going to be so much fun, Julie. I can’t wait ‘til work is over.”
“I can’t believe we’re going to do this.”
“But we are.”
“Yeah. We are. If only Ronny could see me now.” Julie twirled in her dress.
Eve noticed that she was smiling too.