Three Weeks Later...
"How do I look?" Freya asked herself while staring into the mirror. Of course, it was a rhetorical question that she would have appreciated if there was someone to give her a genuine answer.
"Nervous. Anxious. Sweet. Pretty. One of those ought to be the right answer, right?" she chuckled, rubbing her arms. That would have been the response from Jake. Always encouraging and supportive. Oh, how she missed him so much. But they finally had to make the heartbreaking decision of being in different cities. Both could hardly go a day without each other.
She had put on a white pencil dress and nice pumps. Classy. Sexy. Plus, she was going for serious and professional today. She wanted to make a great impression on her first day at work. Her naugat-brown hair was styled in a
