er pantsuit and dark glasses to shield her eyes. There were murmurs upon her

halls. Pat didn't usually give a damn that her shoes disturbed or her mere presence wa

ffee. The dark chocolate fell to the grounds, spilling some against Patricia's feet and she halted. Th

t see yo

to say again and Pat took off her glasses, heaving a deep sigh. "You're lucky it's a good day" She looked to see it wasn't as bad, pointing the f

mes boldened on the door of their personal office, not to talk to the entire building itself. Patricia Walters was established, self made through

se, the

riend, Jacqueline who had caught her humming a Bob Martins song. Jacq was also a partner at Walters and Co, a non profit firm founded by Patricia amongst other senior

never felt more excit

get my message?" She exclaimed and from her back, her friend pulled a Dior package with the name Pat

py for you" Her hands clutched her chest as she tilted her head just a bit. "Took a few years late but

n myself" Pat said. "It just seemed like he was never ready an

rk skin glistened in the lights and the hoops around her ears threatened to fall past her shoulders. "I'm so happy for you, really" She whispered and Pat faced the mirrors, bringing o

red with little pearls at each hem, the neck and the arms, and up the slits that ro

her. And Patricia let out a chuckle, her phone buzzing across the table. She hefted it up, in expectation that it was a text from her husband-to-be, but alas it was just a to-do reminder. Swip

ldn't ever see them again. She wouldn't feel the warmth of her mother's touch or even her father's scolding. And alas, he

moment for him, it wa

dress. It ess going to be a night that she would never forget—for more reasons she'd accounted for. G

pered. Time for the

contin