I got yet another speaking engagement, this time at the business office. I’m now commanding a thousand simoleans an hour just to talk, and, if you haven’t noticed, I’m pretty good at it.
I arrived at the office at nine-thirty and spoke for three hours. If you do the math, that’s three thousand simoleans. With a wedding to plan, I gladly accepted my payment. As Cheesebreath always says, weddings aren’t cheap, but in my case, as long as my dad is willing to pony up, they can always be a little bit less expensive.
After leaving the business office I had an appointment with mom’s stylist – whaddya know, she arranged it. I could have done without the visit but, as Ari says, she figured it was an opportunity for some mother-daughter bonding before the big day.
“When Mrs. Plumb was here last she told me she had a daughter who was getting married.”
“Really.”
“I assume you’re the daughter.”
“Guilty.”
There was a brief pause. Then she said, “She practically gushed about you in the chair. ‘Savannah is so beautiful, so special, so wonderful and accomplished.’ She said she was treating you to a pre-wedding makeover.”
My mother said that?
“Does my butt look too big in these jeans?” I asked her.
“Of course not,” she replied. “You know, you have a great body. You should definitely be a model. It’s clear that you work out and your curves are in the right places. I just think you need something – something that accentuates all of this.”
My mother is delusional if she thinks I’m going to stand around while someone takes pictures of me.
The stylist put me in this purple & green silk coat. Now it certainly isn’t my taste. But when I made a one-off red-eye to China to promote my book, I got raves about it.
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