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downtown will be strong.”
    She closed the door.  Isabel felt empty and heartless.  What Isabel hadn’t said was that they would be forced to drag Aidan along with them while cleaning houses the same way her mother had dragged her around when she was young.  Isabel had refrained because she knew her mother was proud of what she had accomplished as a mother and as a widow in a foreign country.  It’s so ironic how life repeats itself , Isabel thought, reflecting on how perhaps it was an act of miraculous fate that she had ended up where she was now, or perhaps it was simply a repetition of history—her own stubborn determination to succeed at all costs for the sake of her son. Either way, Isabel knew exactly what she would not have without her job at Spears & Associates, and she knew the only person who had truly given her the opportunity to provide them all with a better life was her boss, Phillip Spears.
    The doorbell rang.
    His driver .
    Isabel looked at her reflection. She barely had finished her make-up or curled her hair.  She quickly finished her blush and lipstick before sweeping up her long brown hair into a French twist and rummaging out an ornamental gold-plated hair clip that she reserved for special occasions.  She heard voices downstairs.  Aidan’s bashful voice, talking to someone at the door.  Then, she heard her mother’s reprimanding tone. Phillip’s driver and her mother .  Together without her .  Isabel sighed.  She needed to get down there—and quick.  She threw open her closet; she was prepared to dress herself in her favorite black evening dress before realizing it was still at the cleaners.  Her mother spoke louder, as if she was summoning her daughter to descend the stairs with every word.  Yes, stop talking, Mother…I’m coming… She turned to her fitted ivory dress.  Could she wear ivory in October?  She couldn’t remember the fashion rules—she only knew that she had worn it only once on an impromptu date with her dentist.  Yes, a moment of weakness .  Dating the dentist didn’t last, but she still loved the dress.  And at a black-tie gala hosted inside a glitzy ballroom with chandelier lighting and sapphire blue table clothes, Isabel would stand out like a white dove passing through the night. 
    She glanced at her bouquet of pink flowers.  She had avoided her mother’s inquiries regarding where she had gotten them, and instead, she had placed them in her bedroom where she could secretly admire them.  And yes, she still felt an unexpected sensation of curiosity and flattery every time she peered at their elegance.  He might be there …she thought, as she stepped into the ivory dress and towed it over her hips with a cautious exhale.  Its hem was shorter than her black cocktail dress.  Its neckline, less conservative.  Perhaps she wanted to send him a message.  She slipped on her champagne pink heels to finish off her ensemble.  No earrings.  Just the same simple diamond pendant necklace she always wore .  The dress will speak for itself .
    Yes …she confirmed with an approving nod at her reflection.  Tonight might be the night in which she decided whether or not this was truly the beginning.
    She followed the sound of her mother’s raspy voice to the top of the staircase and peered down from the bannister.
    “Phillip?” she called out with surprise. She saw him at the base of the stairs waiting for her in the foyer.  In the five years that she worked for Spears & Associates, it was always Phillip’s driver who rang the doorbell to retrieve her.  Now, Phillip gazed upwards, staring at her—and her dress—and she suddenly grew self-conscious about her choice.  Should have stuck with black or charcoal grey, she mentally scolded herself .  An ivory dress was likely too much of a departure from her usual attire, and too much of a departure for Phillip, who preferred consistency and dependability over the capricious whims of trendy fashion. 
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