There was something new about that morning, something refreshing, different...Riley couldn’t place it. Unlike the last seven mornings she had spent in New york, she didn’t wake up this particular morning with dark circles, soar throat or a weary look on her face. It had being tough since moving to new york, there was the midnight sobs, the waking up at intervals to cry over old photos and memories, the loss of appetite and generally, misery. That morning, Riley felt something different, she liked it. She had waken up earlier than usual to prepare for her meeting at a new agency, somewhere she would be employed at if everything went smoothly. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Riley’s lips parted in something that could be called a smile, weary, but a smile. She had on a sleevless black gown that relaxed just right above her knees, a black stileto that fitted as though it was made specifically for her and her hair packed in a loose bun with her gold earr
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