We have another passage today from our manuscript, with our leading lady's inner thoughts early on....
She opened her umbrella and set it on the floor to dry. In her mind, she could hear her mother’s voice: “It’s bad luck to open an umbrella indoors, honey.”
I’m not tempting fate, Mom. The bad luck’s already arrived.
She hadn’t had time for breakfast, and now her stomach was reminding her it needed nourishment. She took a large chocolate bar from the top drawer of her desk, unwrapped it and took a big bite. She went to the window. The rain was showing no signs of letting up. She thought of that pig who’d taken her cab. Chivalry’s not only dead, it’s entombed in the bowels of the earth, she thought. Even after ten years of life in the so-called concrete jungle, there was a part of her that longed to be the princess, rescued by the gallant prince and carried off to a beautiful, far away kingdom. Not in the cards, Chloe thought, taking another bite.