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Authors: Karen Pokras
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porcelain skin.
While twisting her body to get a better look would probably be the most lady-like thing to do in this situation, it was just not going to cut it. Instead, she stood on her toes and twirled— twice . It was the only proper way to fully appreciate the ensemble. She was so sick of wearing business attire every day. Her wardrobe was so pathetic: conservative suits and ill-fitting comfort clothes. It was no wonder she felt so down on herself most of the time. She twirled around a third time.
“Watch those sudden moves. You don’t want these pins to pop.” Ava watched her sister in the mirror and smiled. “You do look hot, though. Just how did you manage to give birth and still keep your hips so tiny? I should hate you, you know.”
Turning around, Tessa looked at her sister. Ava looked fabulous in a Kelly green velvet dress. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes sparkled with flecks of green that matched the gorgeous fabric she wore. Of course, Ava would look spectacular in a potato sack.
“What are you talking about? You’re stunning. You always have been.” It’s true. Ava was always known as the gorgeous one when referring to the Haines sisters. She was tall and elegant—a natural beauty—while Tessa was often referred to as the cutest of the three sisters. A bubbly, cheerleader type, she had a slender frame, long brown hair with perfect natural waves, a little button nose, bright blue eyes, and an engaging smile that could light up a room—when she smiled that was. Holly, the only blonde in the family, had more of a wholesome girl next-door look to her with warm brown eyes and freckles.
“It feels odd to wear something without stains on it,” Ava teased, examining the front of her dress as if she were double-checking. “I’m just glad I never got rid of these clothes from my old life in the art world.”
Tessa watched her sister’s expression, examining it for sadness or regret. “Do you miss it? The excitement of having a career in something you were once so passionate about?”
“Sometimes, but I’m doing something else I’m really passionate about right now, and it’s even more fulfilling.”
“Mom!” Jenna yelled from downstairs as if on cue. “Logan just spilled all of his juice on his new pajamas!”
Shaking her head, she let out a breathy sigh. “At least most of the time it is. I’m thinking I may need to add in more nights like tonight, though, so I get to do both.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Haines!” the babysitter yelled. “I’ve got it!”
“Come on, we’d better get going before the babysitter changes her mind and bolts. The art world awaits!”
~~~
Walking through the front doors of the gallery, Tessa was instantly captivated. Unlike her older sister, she’d never been to an event like this before. In fact, she was embarrassed to admit she’d never even been to an art gallery. Opening nights at the university and community theaters where she’d worked were really the only openings she was used to. Those types of events were completely different. Dressing up meant wearing your good jeans. Pizza and beer were the norm, with maybe a bottle of cheap champagne to spray over the cast and crew afterwards to celebrate. Here, people were in formal gowns and tuxedos, sipping what she assumed was not so cheap champagne. There was no pizza to be found; instead, fancy appetizers were passed around on silver trays by men and women wearing white gloves. At theater openings there were bear hugs and slaps on the back. Here there were fake air kisses on cheeks and formal handshakes. Guests tonight acted as if they were in a library rather than at a party, talking in hushed tones as they mulled about looking at paintings tagged with numbers priced with many, many zeros after the dollar signs. Did Ava really enjoy hanging out with these pretentious snobs?
“You’re not here to buy something, are you?” Tessa asked, unable to
While twisting her body to get a better look would probably be the most lady-like thing to do in this situation, it was just not going to cut it. Instead, she stood on her toes and twirled— twice . It was the only proper way to fully appreciate the ensemble. She was so sick of wearing business attire every day. Her wardrobe was so pathetic: conservative suits and ill-fitting comfort clothes. It was no wonder she felt so down on herself most of the time. She twirled around a third time.
“Watch those sudden moves. You don’t want these pins to pop.” Ava watched her sister in the mirror and smiled. “You do look hot, though. Just how did you manage to give birth and still keep your hips so tiny? I should hate you, you know.”
Turning around, Tessa looked at her sister. Ava looked fabulous in a Kelly green velvet dress. Her long, auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes sparkled with flecks of green that matched the gorgeous fabric she wore. Of course, Ava would look spectacular in a potato sack.
“What are you talking about? You’re stunning. You always have been.” It’s true. Ava was always known as the gorgeous one when referring to the Haines sisters. She was tall and elegant—a natural beauty—while Tessa was often referred to as the cutest of the three sisters. A bubbly, cheerleader type, she had a slender frame, long brown hair with perfect natural waves, a little button nose, bright blue eyes, and an engaging smile that could light up a room—when she smiled that was. Holly, the only blonde in the family, had more of a wholesome girl next-door look to her with warm brown eyes and freckles.
“It feels odd to wear something without stains on it,” Ava teased, examining the front of her dress as if she were double-checking. “I’m just glad I never got rid of these clothes from my old life in the art world.”
Tessa watched her sister’s expression, examining it for sadness or regret. “Do you miss it? The excitement of having a career in something you were once so passionate about?”
“Sometimes, but I’m doing something else I’m really passionate about right now, and it’s even more fulfilling.”
“Mom!” Jenna yelled from downstairs as if on cue. “Logan just spilled all of his juice on his new pajamas!”
Shaking her head, she let out a breathy sigh. “At least most of the time it is. I’m thinking I may need to add in more nights like tonight, though, so I get to do both.”
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Haines!” the babysitter yelled. “I’ve got it!”
“Come on, we’d better get going before the babysitter changes her mind and bolts. The art world awaits!”
~~~
Walking through the front doors of the gallery, Tessa was instantly captivated. Unlike her older sister, she’d never been to an event like this before. In fact, she was embarrassed to admit she’d never even been to an art gallery. Opening nights at the university and community theaters where she’d worked were really the only openings she was used to. Those types of events were completely different. Dressing up meant wearing your good jeans. Pizza and beer were the norm, with maybe a bottle of cheap champagne to spray over the cast and crew afterwards to celebrate. Here, people were in formal gowns and tuxedos, sipping what she assumed was not so cheap champagne. There was no pizza to be found; instead, fancy appetizers were passed around on silver trays by men and women wearing white gloves. At theater openings there were bear hugs and slaps on the back. Here there were fake air kisses on cheeks and formal handshakes. Guests tonight acted as if they were in a library rather than at a party, talking in hushed tones as they mulled about looking at paintings tagged with numbers priced with many, many zeros after the dollar signs. Did Ava really enjoy hanging out with these pretentious snobs?
“You’re not here to buy something, are you?” Tessa asked, unable to
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