Isha I walked into Nana’s foyer smiling because I felt so beautiful. I don’t know how the guys knew my size but the dress fit beautifully, it hugged my every curve. Nana gasped when she saw me and beamed. She looked beautiful in an Asian-inspired red silk dress with greenery embroidered all over it and pink roses. Mom was in a long black dress with a slit up her left leg. Rhinestones decorated the slit and across the straps of her dress. “We all look so beautiful. We need a picture. Robert!” Nana yelled for her butler/driver. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, coming out of a side hall. He eyed my Nana up and down, and I couldn’t help giggling. “Robert, please take a picture of us.” She handed him her phone. We posed with me in the middle. Robert couldn't take his eyes off my Nan