"So, how do I look?"
Tony watched as his sister admired her reflection in the mirror while awaiting his words of approval. She turned to him and he was once again surprised at how much the Jackie Kennedy look seemed to fit her.
"Great..." He replied, hoping she would be satisfied with a succinct answer.
"Don't you have anything else to say? For example, you could tell me that my outfit is too distracting, or that my shoes don't match..."
"There's nothing wrong." Tony said firmly when he sensed that his sister was on the verge of another hissy fit. "You look perfect."
"Do you really think so?"
She sighed in relief and made sure her hat was on straight before turning her attention back to him.
"Well, wish me luck at the interview..."
"You'll do fine. Fifty words a minute is pretty impressive."
"I know, but there's bound to be a girl there's that's better looking, if not even faster at typing."
"You're worrying too much." Tony reassured her despite feeling his patience beginning to