Dress Order The Meal- — -i Frivolous

Let me explain.

You see, a frivolous dress is not merely clothing. It is a caucus of confidence, a small rebellion sewn into every seam. When I leaned forward to look at the menu, the neckline dipped. The waiter appeared. Not because I called him—because the dress did. It ordered the oysters before I could say no thank you . It asked for the Sancerre (the other Sancerre, the one with the unpronounceable vintage). It gestured, with a sleeve that caught the candlelight, toward the bone marrow. -I frivolous dress order the meal-

The man across from me closed his menu. He looked at the dress. He looked at me inside the dress. And then he did something remarkable: he laughed. “Apparently, we are.” Let me explain

So yes: I frivolous dress order the meal. When I leaned forward to look at the