“Tonight? You’re cutting it a bit close finding a dress, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I kind of forgot about it, to be honest. I’ve been so focused on this new job that I’ve thought about nothing else.” I pick another dress from the hanger. “What if I can’t do it?”
“Do what?”
“The job. I know nothing about cosmetic surgery. What the hell was I thinking even applying for a manager’s position there?”
“Stop it, you’re just nervous.” She hands me a cream dress. “Try this one on.”
I take the dress into the cubicle, along with the others, and I pull the curtain across.
“If you couldn’t do it, they wouldn’t have given you the job,” she calls out.
I take my top off. “Maybe I got
the job because Dr. Morgan likes the look of me.”
“Who cares why you got it? No more shift work, no more cleaning up vomit, and the pay is nearly double.”
I roll my eyes as I step into the red dress. “I guess.”
“You’re just nervous and talking yourself out of it.”
I look in the mirror and smile at my reflection. “I like this one.”
“Show me.”
I step out of the cubicle.
Brooke’s eyes light up as she looks me up and down. “Hell yeah, that’s hot.”
It’s a deep red and fitted. The back is lace and the neckline is plunging. It’s a perfect fit. “I’ll take it.” I smile.
“You don’t want to try on the others?” Libby asks.
“No, I’ll wear them next time. I can’t be bothered to try on more.” I twirl and look at my behind once more. “What color shoes would I wear with this?”
“Nude.”
“Okay, I have a bag that will match,” I say as I stare at my reflection. “Hair up or down?”
“Up, to show off the back.”
I pull my hair up on top of my head to see what I look like. Aha, looks good. “Done.” I smile. “That was easy.”
* * *
I hear the key in the door at 6:45 p.m., and I smile. He’s never late.
“Hello?” I hear him call out.
“Hi, won’t be a minute. Can you pour us a drink?”
“I bought some champagne.” His deep voice calls.
I smile as I put on my lipstick. “There’s a reason I love you.”
He chuckles, and moments later I hear the pop of the cork.