And yet I find myself humming as I straighten my bed.
My life has changed, and I’m changing with it. It’s as if the old conventional monochrome Olivia has faded away into a paper doll. I’ve thrown her into the water and she’s melting away to nothing. And in her place is a new me. A me with possibilities.
I’ve never gone after a man before. But then, until yesterday I’d never basted a chicken before. If I can do that, I can ask a man out, surely? The old Olivia would have sat back and waited to be approached. Well, not the new Olivia. I’ve seen the dating shows on TV; I know the rules. It’s all about looks and body language and flirty conversation.
I walk over to the mirror and, for the first time since I’ve arrived here, examine my appearance with an honest, unflinching eye.
At once I
