La taille mannequin veut rien dire. Comme quoi une robe peut effectivement changer votre vie... d'après Miranda et bien d'autres reines de la mode, lol

Ah! So sweet! Love the plot

Very nice. Thank you

awesome truly awesome

I love this! So sweet! I hope one day your muse will return so you can not only keep giving us new stories like this but one day finish some of your other works, like No Other Silly Girl Need Apply. I would love to see it finished along with a version from Miranda's POV. Thanks for another awesome story!

I liked it!

brilliant thanks stay safe

Thank you so much for this beauty of a fic. I love the fact you still write in so many different fic-verses in between your published works, and the fact you do this for free is appreciated (not that I ever mind actually buying your awesome books).

As an aside, when you wrote of the Saint Bernard, Priscilla, my mind took me to the Aussie movie Priscilla, Queen of the Desert and I imagined the Runway crew, with Nigel in drag, making their way from Perth to Melbourne on a ghastly bright pink bus. I can just picture Miranda's pursed lipsdisaster!

I'm so happy to see a story by you. I loved it.

I've been a long time fan of your work, so it's a joy to receive a notification from you! Thanks so much for sharing in these times of trouble! Love your work as always and thanks again for letting me scape from this world! Stay safe!

Nice.

Lol.

Love it! xx