She spent most of the previous evening trying to decide without success, eventually going to bed without making a choice. The trouble was everything in her wardrobe was just too...feminine. She wished she still had some of those very practical business suits she had worn during her first year in the work force. They had all been very plain, lacking any feminine embellishments. Not that her clothes were unprofessional these days, it was just that they made no attempts to downplay the fact she was a woman – quite the opposite. She walked away from the closet and sat at her dressing table. So what, she told her reflection, you are a woman and Julian knows it. Which was the whole problem. Supposing he didn't take her seriously? No, she was being unfair to him. Julian was not the type of man who considered women incapable of professionalism just because they were desirable. Alright, admit it, she told herself.
