“It’s so embarrassing.”

Here it comes. “What mother?”

“You looking like that.”

I glance at my lavender cotton dress, my faux leather sandals. “I look fine.”

“Fine. Of course, but look at them.”

She lifts her chin toward Brittany, Tiffany and Noelle; it would be gauche to point.

I shake my head. “Their outfits cost around $1000.”

“So? They look exquisite.”

“It’s a picnic.”

“So? It’s fine to dress down? You’ll never catch someone like Connor.”

“Good.”

She sighs exaggeratedly. “I don’t understand you.”

“I know.”

Another mother might have then said: “But I do love you.” Not mine.

 

end 6/8/2016
for the daily prompt Embarrassing