Nora
That month flew by and before she knew it. She was standing before a very large crowd in front of her head office with a pair of scissors in her hand, wearing a simple, but she thought, very elegant black evening dress, that had a very high split.
It was tailored to her style; she was always seen at high-end functions with one shoulder covered and the other bare. Today it was over her right shoulder and her black hair fell in neat gentle waves down over her left shoulder, all neatly pinned in place to keep it there.
She wore no flashy jewelry, she didn’t think she needed it; hardly ever wore any, she wasn’t one of those women that had many rings on her fingers, or wore bangles and bracelets, and she didn’t wear a different necklace all the time. She wore simple black rose earrings
