Hillary
Ben insists that we have to go to work today, even though he was literally burning up yesterday and there’s nothing I can do about it. I walk into my closet and start searching for something to wear. I need a dress that looks good today.
Emphasis on I need to. And I promise it’s not about Ben. It’s about me.
I need to feel good.
After thirty minutes of finding nothing, I decide to dig into my bags of untouched clothes. That’s when I find a dark blue jumpsuit my mom bought me for my last birthday. It’s not exactly work appropriate, but I’m going to wear it anyway.
I quickly take a shower, get dressed, then sit to curl my hair. I’m leaving it down today. I put on my accessories, slip into my heels, and spray my cologne.
Not only do I look great—I feel great.
Bentley is going t
