An hour before the meeting, Alex was getting ready, taking her time to dress and prepare. She couldn't let her father get the better of her, so she chose to present herself as a strong, cold businesswoman, she'd wage this war starting with her image, which could be a weapon in itself. She wore a striking red suit: wide-leg trousers and an oversized blazer over a white bodysuit. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail, her makeup light as always, but this time her lips were a bold, bright red. She looked fierce, ready to raze everything in her path.
The overall effect was professional yet sharp. Pleased with the result, she glanced at Fidelia, who gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up. To finish, she slipped on her favorite jewelry, picked up a small bag, took one last look in the mirror, and was ready. The woman staring back at her bore no resemblance to the frightened girl who'd once lived under the Porters' roof, and that alone gave her a quiet surge of satisfaction.
