EMILY
I stare at my reflection in the mirror and cringe at the unflattering sight. I look like a middle-aged widow who just attended a cat funeral and tried too hard to attract some eligible bachelor at the event.
I adjust my black lace halter top, but let's be real, it's not helping me look sexually appealing.
Sexually appealing? Are you auditioning for a low-budget porn flick or something?
Maybe I'm overdressed. But can you really "overdress" for a simple follow-up consultation? I glance around as if someone will magically answer my question. I press my hands against my cheeks in frustration, unintentionally making a pout.
"I'll think about it."
Dr. Greene's words from the other day echo in my mind. What can I possibly do to "make it up" to him? I caused him to bleed from his head
