I PULLED ON THE SLEEVES of my steel grey suit. It was uncomfortable and foreign. I was used to wearing scrubs, workout clothes, or jeans and T-shirts. It pinched in my stomach and was restrictive across my shoulders. Glancing at myself in my bathroom mirror, I brushed my long black hair until it was untangled and shiny. I dug through my makeup bag to find my plum lipstick. It would match the pinstripes on my suit. My hand shook as I raised it to my lips; the lower lid applied smoothly. I was halfway through my upper lip when my phone buzzed. I jumped. “Now there is lipstick everywhere!” I dabbed at the wayward color as I read the message.
Melanie: I’m outside of your apartment. Time to go!!!! ????
I put on the final touches of makeup before hurrying out the door and down my apartment ste
