~ Lily ~
Saturday mornings used to go very differently for me.
They usually began with three phones, two assistants, coffee that had already gone cold by the time I remembered to drink it, and somebody reminding me I was late for something important.
This Saturday begins with Bianca standing in my walk-in closet holding up two shirts like she's hosting a game show.
"You cannot wear white," she says.
"I own other colours," I tell her.
"You own expensive shades of white. You'll look like you're attending a funeral."
"I'm spending the afternoon with families and their kids."
She stares at me for a full three seconds before throwing a faded blue T-shirt at my face.
"Wear something that can survive ketchup and food stains."
"I manage a multinational corporation. I can handle a few sta
