Before I could take another step, a young usher approached me, his smile warm but practiced, the kind of smile that came easily when you didn’t have to think too hard about the person in front of you.
“Ma’am, family sits up front,” he said gently.
I nodded, instinctively.
“Yes, of course.”
His eyes flickered downward, just for a second, but long enough.
To my dress.
My shoes.