Chapter Seven.
TAHLIA ARRIVED JUST as I was pulling on the only pair of shoes I’d brought with me, knee-length leather boots. I’d managed to squeeze into my jeans and a black blouse that covered all the bulgy bits. But I was uncomfortable and felt kinda dowdy.
Not a great start to my new life.
“I have a car waiting for us downstairs,” Tahlia announced with a grin and a hand flourish toward the elevator doors.
I grabbed my huge black satchel bag and frowned. “I think I need something smaller. I love my satchel, but I seriously don’t need anything this big.”
The satchel suited my old life because it was designed for a woman who carried her lunch, a laptop, and a drink bottle, as well as all the normal female essentials. Or a mom who needed diapers, spare knickers, bottles, and a packet
