RUBBY'S POV
Rubby you are beautiful, I exclaimed when I had finally gotten my hair done.
"Here you go ma'am, beautiful," my stylist exclaimed.
"Thank you."
The driver had waited. He agreed too and didn't even ask for extra charges.
I had changed to a fitted white blazer that hugged my curves, paired with sleek black trousers that elongated my frame. My hair was styled in soft waves, and the light makeup I wore accentuated my features just enough to exude confidence. I looked different. I think classy was a better way to define it.
"That's what I'm talking about!" the driver whistled as he opened the car door for me. "You look absolutely stunning. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were stepping onto a runway."
I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Thank you, sir; I'm Rubby, by t
