SKY
I stared at myself in the mirror, breathing slowly with a deep breath
I wore a soft cream jacket, fitted but light, the zipper resting just below my chest.
Under it was a simple top that hugged my body without trying too hard. My trousers sat perfectly on my waist, dark and smooth, making my legs look longer than they were.
This was the kind of outfit that made people look twice without knowing why.
My hair was tied back neatly, a few strands falling freely around my face. My makeup was soft. Just enough to glow. I held the edge of the dressing table and let out a quiet breath.
Then a knock came, “Come in.” I let out without thinking twice.
The door opened and two people walked in—William’s assistant and a woman I hadn’t seen before.
“Miss Morgan,” the woman called out with a
