The driver, upon seeing Jessica step out of the house with the stylist in tow, quickly sprang into action. He alighted from the car and hurried to open the rear door for her.
Jessica gave a curt nod, regal and composed despite her still-recovering health, she exudes quiet authority.
Jessica slid into the back seat, with the effortless elegance that had always defined her. Becky followed closely behind, adjusting the hem of her coat as she entered. Her eyes darted between Jessica and the elegant bungalow.
From the doorway, Deborah stood, her arms folded and eyes soft with admiration.
She had seen the headlines trending against the company, the comments and several abusive and dergotary words posted.
And now, with her heading to the company's launch in person, Deborah held a sliver of hope that the couple might just make it through.
Maybe, just maybe, the couple could truly make things work and turn the story around for good.
