"I slept with Helena…" the words that Brayden had said the night before echoed in Meredith's head all morning. She was in a fog and subconsciously wore all black. She sat at her desk at work wearing a Tom Ford body-con ribbed knit dress.
It was black with long sleeves and a zipper down the sternum. The dress landed just below the knee. She wore her black Prada slingback mules and had her Bottega Veneta black leather tote with large woven leather panels.
She was zoned out in a rhythm, knocking out project after project and working on whatever Karen gave her for the project that Karen led. She was glad she went to lunch and listened to Taylor chatter on and on about how she missed Hawaii and the kiss that should have been hers.
Meredith would give anything to have let Taylor have it instead. She didn't want Edward to kiss her. She didn't ask for it. Taylor actually had asked. Meredith knew if she looked glum Taylor would ask what was wrong and why.
