Olivia
Nineteen minutes later, I'd blow-dried my hair into submission, applied minimal makeup, and thrown on a pair of skinny jeans and a silky emerald top. The neckline dipped just low enough to be interesting without veering into office-inappropriate territory. Not that I was trying to impress anyone at O'Malley's, but it felt good to wear something that wasn't a power suit or one of Alexander's carefully selected dresses.
I grabbed my purse, double-checked for keys and wallet, and headed out to catch a cab.
As we drove through downtown LA, the city hummed with its usual nighttime energy. Neon signs flickered, crowds spilled from restaurants onto sidewalks, and the ever-present traffic crawled along despite the late hour. I rested my head against the window, already regretting my deci
