Monday morning and Norah was beginning to feel like herself again. Well, not really, but at least she had her new job to look forward to. She covered the nasty bruise on her cheek with heavy foundation, which she hated, but made do otherwise with a light coating of mascara on her already thick eyelashes. She slipped into a yellow and orange sundress, which glowed against her dark caramel skin, and some flat pumps. She wanted to be comfortable, but she wanted to look good too—for a good first impression, she grinned to herself. Not for any other reason.
“You look gorgeous.” Zulika was approving and Norah flushed.
“Thank you, Zul. God, I’m nervous. Is it natural to be this nervous?”
“Well, when you’re going to work for Adonis himself,” Zulika grinned at her friend, whose blush deepened ev
