Dan fluffed the latest bunch of sheer squares.
“Aw, Sweetie, just tell her you like the Light Pink!”
Ginny sniffed. “But they’re ALL light pink.”
The phone rang: “The swatches for the bridesmaid’s chiffon?”
(Ginny dove deep into the well of feigned excitement.)
“They’re lovely: Betty’s-blush, Nearly-nude, Champagne-flush, Meekly-mauve, Penny’s-Peony? Oh crap! I give up”
“Right?” Stella laughed, “ I just want a ‘ light pink.’”