Gabriella
The outfit Damien had chosen for today consisted of high-waisted wool slacks, a long-sleeve blouse with tight cuffs and flowing arms, and high-heeled boots, much more comfortable than yesterday's shoes. By the time our breakfast arrived, I was mostly dressed and fixing my hair. My degree of dress didn't matter because Damien was present to open the door.
Now, about seven hours later, I was standing before the coalition and rethinking my assessment of the boots. For the last three hours, I'd been the main speaker. I laid out the campaign objectives and my ideas for early results, and then spent most of the time answering questions.
“As we are all aware," I said, “This campaign is a new endeavor. As such, it's truly a fluid entity that will require constant assessment. Some of
