The next morning she found herself in a quandary. Wanting to dress attractively, but at the same time wanting to remain in control and professional at all times, she tried on at least ten different outfits. The interview was just over an hour away, and although she had been up at 5am, she still couldn’t make the decision. Her wardrobe was definitely in need of a revamp, everything in here screamed wallflower, when right now she wanted to make the opposite statement. Colour meant confidence, it meant assertiveness. Colour was worn by the woman who took control of her life and didn’t take s**t from anyone. It just so happened that colour was one thing she did not have within the confines of her closet.
After a quick shower, she called Phoebe. She was ratty and short with her, not appreciati
