“Of course it’s important!” June replies in a tone that brooks no argument.

Without further ado, I flop down on my desk chair. I'll just wait here until the two of them have discussed it.

When, after five minutes, they present me with a rather short, black dress that definitely doesn't come from my closet, I have to intervene. I would just feel terribly uncomfortable in it.

June, in particular, briefly tries to convince me how sexy I would look in it, but then thankfully realizes that there's no point in forcing me into something I don't want.

In the end, I'm not dressed much differently than usual. I'm wearing...