I wasn't thinking too clearly, a combination of the red wine and an important email still not written fresh in my mind. So when she asked me what I thought of the birthday girl's dress, I unthinkingly told the truth.
The second the words left my lips, I knew they were a mistake. The second after that, I knew that trying to backpedal or explain myself would only make things worse, so I closed my mouth and awaited yelling, a drink in the face or perhaps a slap from the dressmaker before me.
Several seconds passed.
"I thought so too..."