37

Three hours had passed, and Ixora had taken her medication. Her cramps had diminished to sporadic twinges. After a refreshing shower, she was getting ready for work when she recalled Cherry's advice from the previous night about catching Jerald's attention.

She hesitated briefly, then reached deep into her closet and retrieved an outfit – a red blouse adorned with white flowers paired with a matching pencil skirt. As she dressed, Ixora glanced at herself in the mirror, feeling a flush of embarrassment. The blouse and skirt clung to her figure, accentuating her curves, and the skirt barely grazed her knees.

"Oh my God," Cherry whistled from behind.

Ixora turned to her friend. "Cher..."

"You look amazing, Ix, absolutely irresistible," Cherry praised.

Ixora still seemed unsure. "I'm not sure if I should wear this to work. The outfit practically screams 'come and notice me.'"

Cherry laughed, shaking her head. "The attire is quite modest; it covers your chest and almost reaches your knees.