She hadn't forgotten that she had promised Mandy to go to the Western restaurant at the hotel they were staying at for New Year's Eve pasta. The well-worn Bentley was already waiting at the corner, but she pretended not to see it and walked straight into the neighborhood.
She went home to change into a new outfit—nothing from designer brands, just a simple sweater and dress bought at the mall during the seasonal sale.
She wasn't the young lady who lived in luxury anymore. To raise her daughter and pursue her dream of becoming a pastry chef and opening a cake shop, her life had become as simple as it could get.
Changing into the new dress didn't mean she was placing importance on the dinner; it was just that in such an environment, she needed to at least appear somewhat formal.
This was how she reassured herself.