Olivia

Nineteen minutes later, I'd blow--dried my hair into submission, applied minimal makeup, and thrown on a pair of skinny jeans and a silky emerald top. The neckline dipped just low enough to be interesting without veering into office--inappropriate territory. Not that I was trying to impress anyone at O'Malley's, but it felt good to wear something that wasn't a power suit or one of Alexander's carefully selected dresses.

I grabbed my purse, double--checked ...