Camille Razat, who wisely got off the flotilla with holes that is Emily in Paris, appears to be wearing a funky dress over a banal romper. That IS a surprise, but it’s not THE surprise.
THE surprise is that it may actually be a funky APRON over a banal romper. And what if it isn’t even a romper at all? WHAT THEN. I feel like Colonel Mustard wandering around the Hall as the chandelier cord twists toward breaking: I can’t take any more scares.
