So far, it had worked. The accent she’d spent months practicing in front of a mirror was natural-sounding enough that the barman hadn’t given her a second glance when she gave him the order.
“I have to admit that you are right, Daniel. There’s very cool stuff here.” Chuck states, as he admires some finest collars from Italian leather goods.
There was one woman my age whose review I read several times because her before picture looked like a photograph of my own mouth: I waited until I was an adult to finally fix my smile after growing up in a family that couldn't afford braces.