The elevator doors slide open, revealing a luxurious waiting room. I shift uncomfortably, already feeling out of place here.
The blonde woman places a hand on my shoulder, motioning for me to follow her. She chats animatedly with another woman—just as cheerful as the one who greeted us downstairs. I hesitate awkwardly, unsure of what to do, until one of them asks me to take a seat while the doctor finishes with her current patient.
“I’ll wait here for you,” the blonde tells me once the doctor’s assistant lets me know it’s my turn.
“Good afternoon, ma’am!” the doctor greets as she adjusts her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
“I-I’m Giselle Lemaire.”
“All right, Mrs. Lemaire, how can I help you? Scarlett called and insisted I make room for you in my schedule, but she didn’t explain th
