The apartment was quiet.
Too quiet.
Molly stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her hands down the front of her top for the tenth time in five minutes. It wasn’t fancy—just a black blouse that hugged her waist and dipped low enough to feel a little daring. Paired with the new jeans that actually fit like they were made for her, and the matching bra and panties she never thought she’d splurge on, it was the best she could do. The best she’d felt in a long time, honestly.
Her hair was curled in soft waves, her makeup light but deliberate. She even had on perfume. Real perfume, not just leftover body spray from the back of her cabinet.
And still, she could barely breathe.
Scarlett was spending the night with Anne—her first overnight ever. Molly had packed her favorite pajamas and tooth
