Georgie and Janys nodded, and within twenty minutes, Jules found herself in front of a mirror wearing a scarlet silk plunge jumpsuit with fluttering kimono sleeves. The low neckline made her blush: her breasts were large enough that she didn’t usually wear tops that opened nearly to her stomach. Thankfully, Georgie and Janys also provided her with boob tape and a silicone lift bra that offered support while staying out of sight.

The outfit was out of her comfort zone, but Jules had to admit she looked fierce in it, especially when she added gold Jacquemus sandals with jewelry accents on the stiletto heels. The sandals were edgy and unusual, and she’d been coveting them ever since they’d first appeared on the runway. Now she actually got to wear them. As for accessories…

“I’m thinking a lariat necklace,” she said.

“With that Michael Kors gold stud cuff,” added Georgie.

“High five,” Jules said in delight, and they slapped palms.

When the ensemble was complete, Georgie clapped. “Perfect!”

“I wish I had tits like yours,” Janys sighed. “So many old men will buy you drinks.”

“Pass,” Jules said, although her boobs did look fantastic. She headed back for the dressing room to disrobe.

Then it was time to leave. Georgie and Jules carefully folded the jumpsuit into a garment bag while Janys bagged up the shoes and accessories. They bid each other cheerful farewells, and Jules left the office feeling much more optimistic than when she’d arrived.

Vivian called Jules just as she was heading out the door. “Are you on your way back?”

“Yes,” Jules said, and practically ran for the waiting Jaguar. At least the garment bag wasn’t too heavy to lug. “We should be back in twenty minutes.” It wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. Vivian had plenty of time to make it to her appointment. Jimmy helpfully opened the door so Jules could toss the bag into the back seat.

“I’ve just arranged lunch with some associates,” Vivian said, “so I won’t be home to eat.”

“Okay.” At least Vivian had found some other “associates,” even if for just a few hours. “Uh, where will you be?” she added as she slid inside the car and buckled up.

“RŌKA,” Vivian said absently. She was probably multitasking as always. “Some sushi place, apparently.”

Jules sat bolt upright. “You can’t have sushi!”

“What?”

“Because…” Jules suddenly remembered Jimmy in the front seat and said, “I mean, I heard that restaurant wasn’t good.”

“Julia.” On a scale of one to ten, Vivian sounded about level eight impatient.

“Raw fish is bad,” Jules muttered, staring out the window. “You, uh, you can’t have it. Or undercooked anything.” Dr. Latchley had said so on the very first day.

“I know that,” Vivian said. “They serve more than sushi. Now, come home.”

“We’re on our way,” Jules said. “Oh, and they loaned me a jump—”

But Vivian had disconnected.