|Katherine|
I found him already at the dining table when I came down, coffee cup in hand. Its steam curled upward, rising and fading into the soft morning light that spilled through the wide windows behind him. He looked immaculate, as though he had been born ready for the day.
I smoothed down my skirt as I stepped closer, aware of my own reflection in the glass cabinet on the side. A soft pink halter top paired with a white skirt, balanced with stilettos that clicked lightly against the marble floor. Professional enough, but softened with a touch of femininity. The coat draped over my arm was my final armor, a buffer against anyone who might take me less seriously because of color and cut.
I was about to head toward him when Manang Lolit intercepted me, her slippers whispering against
