“Rosalynn, I'm set. We can head out now."

Rosalynn blinked, examining Maggie's outfit.

"Maggie, your clothes are a bit casual. Let me help you pick something out."

If her husband was playing cupid, she might as well lend a hand.

“Really? Rosalynn, who are we dining with? If it's a formal affair, I'd rather not go." Maggie sounded hesitant.