Ivette looked out the window, at the river beyond. She rubbed her hands as she sipped from her coffee cup, gaze resting upon the glittering waters.
It was calming to watch.
It felt strange. Standing by the window and having a cup of coffee. She'd never had the time to do this. She'd either always been in a rush or had her nose in piles of documents pending her approval.
Now, however, she was jobless with nowhere to go. Her stomach grumbled and she sighed, dropping the coffee on the stand beside her. She'd refused to go down for lunch when Fiona had invited her. She didn't belong with them. She didn't belong here. It didn't matter how accommodating they were. She didn't want to overstep.
She smoothened her dress as she sat by the edge of the bed. It was a pretty thing, the dress. Nothin
