Candice woke up Wednesday morning feeling better than she had in ages. Mornings were normally a turbulent time for her, never having enjoyed being ripped away from her peaceful sleep. But not so today. She felt like someone had given her a shot in the arm. Where the robe that still hugged her body made her relaxed and sleepy the previous afternoon, she now felt jazzed and ready for the day. She almost showered with it on, before reminding herself that she didn't want to ruin it after only owning it for a single day.
When dressing herself, she noticed that the pants she had picked out for the day were a little high on the ankles. That wouldn't do at all, it would hardly serve her interests to look unprofessional at the Lake Point Baptist Church, which was where her next meeting was. She had an appointment with a woman named Laura Ferguson.
Sighing, she settled on a black skirt, and wore a gray blouse and matching black jacket to go with it. Her bra clung to her breasts tightly, but a little bit of swelling was hardly surprising given how much she had eaten the night before. Even so, Candice gave herself a big breakfast, still feeling almost wild in her hunger even after nearly emptying out her fridge the day before, and then set out to the church, thinking she could conquer the world.
