EVIE’S POV
Tuesday morning feels different.
Lighter somehow.
Maybe it’s because I actually slept. Maybe it’s because I’d spent most of last night writing for the first time in over a year. Maybe it’s because, for once, I’m excited to go to work.
Probably all three.
I stand in front of my wardrobe for longer than necessary.
Not because I don’t know what to wear.
Because I do.
The shopping trip with Bailey and Kayleigh had apparently unlocked something inside me.
Confidence.
Tentative and fragile, but confidence all the same.
I pull on a dark green skirt that falls just above my knees and pair it with a cream blouse. The small heels make another appearance, mostly because Bailey had dramatically declared that they made me look “like the main character in a period drama who defini
