Two months later.
Becky stepped into the sleek, modern building, her infectious smile radiating warmth despite the hint of unease fluttering within her. Nothing could have dampened her mood. Not even the sight of the supermodel receptionist. Although she was grateful that the woman quickly politely smiled at her and led her to the private elevator without a single delay.
As the elevator doors slid shut, encasing Becky in a cocoon of solitude, she took a steadying breath, her gaze drawn to the mirrored walls. She admired her reflection, her fingers gliding over her carefully styled hair that cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders and the navy blue wrap midi dress that was secured with a white belt, creating a cinched waist. The dress had a V-neckline which gave a beautiful, seductive
