Dear Lovely Girl in the Ella's Bathroom Friday Evening,
Perhaps you understand the discomfort of an ill-fitting bra. Perhaps you do not. Either way, I am sorry that you had to witness that.
You walked into the small restroom just as I was pulling my bra out of my sleeve, and I think that you thought that it was funny when my friend had to stash it in her pocket for our walk back to our table.
It was.
Love, Heather
P.S. For the record, I had only had one glass of wine by that point.
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