Davina's POV
I stood in the tiny employee bathroom, gazing at my reflection while applying a touch of lipstick to my lips. My hands shook despite my efforts to keep them steady. This was supposed to be just a date—but that wasn't true.
A Jenkin wouldn't take someone like me on an actual date.
Not a genuine one, at least.
I had pulled on my simple black dress and allowed my hair to cascade freely around my shoulders. Nothing fancy, but it was presentable and fit decently. I thought it would do.
Just as I was putting the finishing touches on my appearance, the door burst open and Celeste walked in. My coworker stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes sharpening as she examined my uncommon look.
"What's happening?" Celeste demanded, her tone cutting with intrigue.
I faced her with a strained smile, clutching whatever composure remained in my chest. "Date."
Celeste folded her arms, positioning herself against the door frame. "Date with whom?"
