LINDA

I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped tight around my body, a cloud of warm steam enveloping me. I grabbed my favorite rosy lotion from the vanity and slathered it over my arms and legs, rubbing it in until my skin was smooth and glowing. I sprayed a light mist of sweet vanilla perfume over my collarbones, letting the warm scent settle into my skin.

Then I walked straight into my walk-in closet.

I stood in the center, my eyes scanning the racks of clothes like a woman about to embark on a high-end mission. I needed something specific. Not too fancy, not too casual. I...