RUBBY

Rubby you are beautiful, I exclaimed when I had finally gotten my hair done.

"Here you go ma'am, beautiful," my stylist exclaimed.

"Thank you."

The driver had waited. He agreed too and didn't even ask for extra charges.

I had changed to a fitted white blazer that hugged my curves, paired with sleek black trousers that elongated my frame. My hair was styled in soft waves, and the light makeup I wore accentuated my features just enough to exude confidence. I looked different. I ...