*Gina*
Standing in front of the mirror, I study my reflection, disgusted with myself because I am wearing one of my finer dark blue skirts and a white blouse, both usually reserved for when I pay a visit to my mum. I have added a short dark blue buttonless jacket with tiny red hollies embroidered on it, which I generally wear at Christmas. That particular occasion is months away, but here I am dressing to impress an Alpha.
I blow out a great gust of air. I should change into my normal working clothes but little time remains before the tavern opens at ten, and I am running behind. This morning I bathed and washed my hair. Naturally today the short strands had decided to mutiny once they were dry and had been sticking up like the quills of a hedgehog. So I had had to wash it again and brus
