“I don’t like other people choosing what I wear.” I like to be in control of every detail of my life. It’s how I function. How I keep calm.
“Hush now. Donna is the one who helped me discover my inner goddess and made me look like this.” She twirls like a teenage girl. She’s wearing a fitted black suit today, molded, knee-length skirt and low buttoned jacket over a silky, silver camisole top, and perched on high black stilettos. Her blonde hair is a flawless French twist. She looks amazing.
“Really?” I am slightly appeased. She’s the picture of sophistication and control that I aspire to achieve; maybe Donna won’t be so bad after all.
“Oh yes. I was hopeless with my style when I started here. Fifteen years on and here I am.” She beams at me.
“Fifteen years?” the shock is obvious in my t
