Daisy waddled down the steps, “hey Amber can you help me button this shirt up?”
“Sure can! Hey did you dye your hair?” Amber asked. “Yeah I did, I can’t have anyone recognizing me while we’re out tonight. If the paparazzi gets wind of this, my public image is fucked. I need to keep a low profile until my bloating goes down.”
By the grace of God Amber got her all buttoned up. They all hopped in the truck and headed to the saloon.