MARTHA POV
“This is stupid.”
Mr. Bigshot blinked at me from the bed with the exact same judgmental expression he always had whenever I did something questionable.
Which honestly?
Was pretty often lately.
I stared at myself in the mirror again, tugging lightly at the hem of my dark green dress before making a face.
Business casual.
Maybe too business casual.
Maybe too much effort too.
God.
Maybe I should’ve worn jeans instead.
“What do you think?” I asked the furry traitor sitting comfortably across the room. “Too much?”
Mr. Bigshot slowly narrowed his orange eyes at me.
Right.
Crystal clear feedback.
“You’re putting way too much effort into a man you already discarded weeks ago,” I muttered in a deeper voice, mimicking what I imagined he’d say if he could talk.
The cat yaw
