Selena muttered to herself as she picked up her attaché case and put on her shoes. “Why didn’t I put my foot down and insist that you handle this?” “Because Mackenzie Williams has the potential to be a huge client for us, and you are a big softie,” Kate said as she waltzed into the room and handed Selena a glass of water and one of her prescription migraine pills. “Hmph. And look where it’s gotten me. I’m dressed in this ridiculous outfit…” “It’s a little black dress…” “I should be dressed like one of our servers, black pants, white tuxedo shirt, tie, apron…not this.” “That wouldn’t have fit with the way Mr. Williams wanted the night to go. You needed to blend a little more. If you had gone over there dressed in one of our serving uniforms, the poor bride-to-be would have felt self-conscious.” “Oh, and having a complete stranger hovering nearby grumbling about how much her feet hurt in these heels isn’t going to be awkward?”
