She could easily afford one of those cars, but status symbols didn’t impress her. The Toyota was a practical choice, and she was nothing if not practical. Unfolding herself from the car, she handed the valet the keys and made her way toward the double glass doors of the country club, wobbling just slightly on high heels she wasn’t used to wearing. She caught her reflection in the glass doors and felt a flutter of approval, then admonished herself. What did she care how she looked? Still, she had to admit her slim figure looked great in the not-too-tight-but-tight-in-the-right-places royal-blue dress and the two-inch matching royal-blue heels with rhinestone accents helped add to her statuesque appearance. The summer humidity threatened to wilt her composure and frizz her hair. She tucked a stray curl back into her French braid and opened the door. The cool air of the country club foyer blasted through the thin silk of her dress, causing her to give a little shiver. She rubbed her bare arms with her hands.
