Salome’s POV
“You are not dressed for a job interview, Liv,” Tabitha said the second I stepped onto the grass.
I stopped and looked down at my simple athletic gear. I had my hair in a high ponytail and my face was barely touched by makeup. It was practical. We were at a driving range, not a nightclub. Tabitha, on the other hand, looked like a professional model in a pale yellow golf dress that caught every bit of the morning sun.
“I am here to find work, Tabitha, not a husband,” I told her. I tried to sound firm, but a small laugh escaped anyway.
Tabitha crossed her arms over her chest. She gave me a look that suggested I was being incredibly naive. “Men use their eyes first, honey. That is just how the world works.”
I shook my head. I knew the rumors about the position I wanted. “If
