Despite it being a small clinic the waiting room was still packed at that late hour. I flick my wrist and my smart watch instantly lit up.There were plenty of notifications on the screen from the missed calls coming from my phone but I swipe them away. The people sitting on the benches glance in my direction like I am a strange phenomena in this neighbourhood. I understood why. It is because I am dressed in well tailored clothes, pumps with a tall heel and a designer handbag hanging on my arm. My outfit is not the norm in this neighbourhood. I especially chose this clinic for that reason.
It's not that I want a target on my back coming to this neighborhood dressed like this. It isn't my choice to dress in such an aesthetic.
This is the image required to fit the bill as Mrs Kingsley. I am forced to dress like this at all times as it affects the family's image.
