Kyla checked her phone for Carlos's reply. Seeing none, she rolled her eyes.
She told him about the job, and he said there wasn't a need for her to work.
What does he expect?
Sit her ass down in the big house and do nothing.
"Seen any dress of your choice?" Chelsea asked from behind.
"Nope. Still searching." Kyla kept her phone and continued searching through the roll of corporate dresses.
"If you keep staring at the dresses like that, those dresses aren't going to magically try themselves on," she said.
"I know. This is just my first job in the city. I don't want to screw this up. I don't want to look like I am trying too hard or not enough."
Chelsea joined, picking a navy wrap dress in the next minute. "This will do. It says, 'Hey, I am here for work and not here to steal your hu
