52-Week Writing Challenge: Week 38
Snippet from current WIP — Family Matters. Attorney Olivia Chandler is stepping further out of her comfort zone for new love, Bruce Bellamy.
Olivia argued with herself the entire drive to Bruce’s home.
The New Balance running shoes felt foreign on her feet.
Purchased over a year ago, Olivia wore the shoes two to three times a week when she worked out in her home gym.
But she’d never worn them outside of her home, much like any athletic apparel…or the jeans she wore today.
She adopted a habit of wearing tailored business suits and heels before leaving law school. The only things which varied were the style of the suit and height of her heels.
Olivia slowed and stopped at a traffic light rubbing her hand down the leg of her jeans.
Margot was right. Olivia was wound too tight… and boring.
Her idea of casual dress leaned toward a light, spring dress accompanied by a blazer, and ballerina flats… but only on non-court days.
The light turned green and Olivia accelerated through the intersection.
Get over yourself, Chandler! People dress casually every day, stop trying to have an anxiety attack. This is for Bellamy, so suck it up!
Warmth enveloped her body as thoughts of the man she was falling in love with filled Olivia’s head. Anxiety over clothing vanished. The corners of Olivia’s mouth twitched as she remembered his admonishment.
“Under no circumstances are you to show up in your lawyer clothes, counselor.”
He chuckled at the horrified expression on her face.
“Please, Olivia? Do this for me. I want the kids to see the real you, not the Olivia-mask the world sees every day.”
Olivia sobered at his words and promised to dress casually.
Bruce pulled her into his arms. “Besides, my specialty dish is considered comfort food and best enjoyed… while you’re comfortable.” He’d claimed her lips before she could respond, kissing Olivia deeply. He pulled away and pushed a small shopping bag into Olivia’s hands. Bruce backed toward the front door.
“Whatever you decide to wear,” he motioned to the bag, “you have to wear that with it.”
Olivia didn’t miss the mischievous gleam in Bruce’s eyes as he all but ran out the door to his truck. He winked as he slid into the driver’s seat and blew her a kiss as he sped away.
She stood in her doorway shaking her head. Remembering the Halloween costumes Bruce chose for them, inklings of dread caused her to shudder. Olivia stepped back inside her foyer, closing the door. She held the bag out at arm’s length and smirked.
“Now what have you gotten me into, Bellamy?”
©Felicia Denise 2017