The Unspoken Dress Code
I walked into a home once and immediately felt like I should sit up straight.
No one said anything. There wasn’t a sign at the door. The homeowner didn’t hand me a list of rules.
The room told me.
Everything was beautiful. Impeccable, actually. The pillows were perfectly placed. The coffee table looked untouched. Nothing was out of place.
Including, apparently, me.
