Which dress? The burgundy, too severe. The ruffled pink, too frivolous. The swirling silk, the color of sunset – just right.
Shoes? Red stilettos, too tight. Sky-blue slippers, too loose. Open-toed cross-strapped sandals – just right.
My hair? Piled up and pinned, too serious. Flowing free, too casual. A jewel-studded ponytail? Definitely just right.
I slip into the dress and shoes, pull back my hair, and take a deep breath. His knock is self-assured, his voice warm and steady. “Hi Goldie! Ready?” I nod nervously. I hope I make a better impression on him than I did on those grouchy old bears!