Rachel brushed her long dark hair with a lack of attention. She was reading a text book at the same time, propped up against the wall mirror, in an attempt to spoon in enough information to skate through the next class. This was Rachel Brady’s last year in college. A mere two months remained before graduation. Then she was off to become a working adult, completely independent of her parents.
At least that was the current plan.
She paused to look at her reflection in the mirror, deciding it was good enough. Her hair fell over her back, flowing midway down. Thick bangs crossed her forehead, accentuating her blue eyes. People said she was cute; Rachel supposed that was accurate. Slipping on boots under her bellbottom jeans, she smoothed her white sweater over a flat tummy. She was ready for
