Chapter 12

• I never thought I was sexy. That isn’t to say I thought I was unattractive, but there’s a difference between sexiness and an acceptable look. Everyone has something nice about their personal appearance, but that doesn’t mean they have that je ne sais quoi sexual appeal.
• I dressed as nicely as I could, though, wearing nice looking skirts and blouses. Maybe I bought my clothes at Macy’s or J.C. Penney, but they looked good. Probably not as fashionable as women in Lucas Wellington’s tier, but I could buy ten full outfits with what they paid for a single blouse. I owned shelves full of body scrubs, soaps, facial cleansers, and a ton of other woman’s essentials for my early morning routine when I was getting ready for the day. I loved to take baths, used rose, sandalwood, and green tea scented shampoo, and splurged on the more expensive conditioners.
• I looked nice; I liked how I looked. Blonde, average weight, a little bit of a tan from the tanning machines at the gym where I shared a membership with a friend. I kept in shape, ate as well as I could, and cared about my appearance. Cosmetics, styling my hair, making sure my clothes were fresh and clean and without wrinkles.