CHAPTER TEN

Monday arrived quite fast. I had taken the rest of the week to prepare adequately for the resumption. I stopped in front of the mirror, and the woman stared back at me. She was beautiful, determined, resilient, and confident, and she was me. I held my hair in a neat, tight bun over my head and left a few strands to fall over my face.

I was keen on creating a good first impression, but I did not want to appear overly serious. For my clothes, I dug into my old clothes. I still had a few luxury dresses—the ones I had not sold off—and most of them still fit. I wore long suit pants that were tight from the stomach down to the knees and free from there, and I tucked in a blue shirt.

I did not put too much make-up on my face; using only lip gloss and mascara, I felt I was ready to go.

I stepped out of my room, taking in the empty house. Darby had taken the twins to her restaurant early this morning. She had wished me all the luck before she left.

I grabbed my bag, which sat on the couch,