Chapter 8: Telling the truth.
"Hell no!" She exclaimed, moving to her side to get up.
"What do you mean? This is perfect!" Jen asked placing the dress on the bed, already checking for a shoe to match.
"It’s pretty, yes. But it’s too much, and I don’t do too much. Mom, please." Beth tried to reason.
"This isn’t too much, Beth. We are trying to make an impression. First impressions matter a lot. You don’t know what kind of restaurant or place you’d be taken to and this-" She motioned to the dress. "-is a perfect blend of.. perfect. Not too much not too casual, just perfect."
"Mom.."
"Just trust me honey. I’ve cleaned a lot of their dresses to know that this is perfect, okay?" Jen said, rubbing Beth’s cheek fondly.
Sighing, Beth nodded."Okay. Thank you very much though." Looking at her Mom warmly.
"It’s nothing, honey. If you are not going to have ’the talk’ with me, I might as well be in charge of your appearances." She said grinning.
"I have to leave for work. It’s Monday today, there would be a lot of things to do." Beth said heading to the door. "And do not forget to shave, everything." Jen whispered jokingly.
"But we’re not going to do anything." Beth said incredulously.
"Of course, honey. But they need shaving." She said, motioning to her legs and she was damn right.