The soft morning sun slipped through the sheer curtains, painting golden lines across Georgia’s bedroom wall. She stood by the mirror as she got dressed in a soft cream outfit that looked simple but classy. She had a long coat resting on her shoulders, giving her a smart and neat look. Under the coat, she wore a fitted white top that looked like a corset, tucked into wide pants that flowed down to her feet.
She held a shiny silver bag in one hand and wore open heels that showed her toes. A small necklace sat around her neck, adding a bit of shine without being too much. Her dark hair was let down in soft waves, parted in the middle.
Today wasn’t just any day. It was her day. Her inauguration.
She took a deep breath and turned just as a soft knock came at the door.
Before she could say
