Desirable justice

Plot twist

Black skin tight dress that accentuates her lean toned figure, her blonde hair flowing wildly down her back then on her feet  high platform boots. She looks different, usually she wears more masculine clothing but as I watch her from the entrance where she's sat in the meeting room she looks like an entirely different women.

This isn't a Rosaline I've seen before from what I've seen I'd describe her as someone who dresses uniquely usually in suits with loads of silver jewellery or weirdly vibrant outfits but today she looks like a well put together very attractive women. I continue to stare at her slightly mesmerised at how someone can change up there look from being attractive to extremely sexy just from changing an outfit. Glancing over her face I notice how she's wearing a red glossy lipstick and that her black eye has been covered.

" Are you done gawking" She asks me sarcastically looking at me pouting her lips out dramatically and posing in overly sexual positions. " Maybe I should get up and let you have a real look at me" she taunts.

Okay new look definitely doesn't equal a new Rosaline.
She's as immature as ever it's intriguing how one can go from playful and immature to super intense very quickly she is good at making you think she's just a playful person when I know deep down she's nothing of the sort. She's definitely an expert in making you uncomfortable but also extremely comfortable at the same time, it's actually amusing to me as someone who is constantly acting when in the presence of certain people how little of an act I put on whilst around her.

" No coffees this morning?" She asks me raising her eyebrow.

" Nope no coffees today"

" I wonder why that is, it's almost like your mad at me for something."

I pause hesitating at her clear hint at last night that I need to pretend didn't happen, she wants to make sure I don't know or maybe she wants me to know. I can't ever tell with her.

" Rosaline your my client in terms of me and you, me being mad would never fit into the equation of client and lawyer so I assure you I'm not mad"

She doesn't like this comment at all. Her eyes go into slits and she glares  at me whilst I take my seat opposite her. Today I don't have any documents to go through it's simply about the pre trial as I'm about to start with the meeting I get that sickness feeling that makes me reach out for the table clutching it as I take a deep breath in as the sickness makes me shudder.

" You don't look so good" I hear her say.

I don't even look up as I try to focus on not throwing up everywhere, whatever she gave me clearly doesn't agree with me at all not only did it not work but instead of making me forget what happened it's just left me feeling extremely ill.

" Alice!" She shouts.

I look up startled by her sudden shouting but she doesn't look angry but instead from what I can make out she looks extremely concerned. She looks me over her eyes wondering my face and body I can tell by the way her seat is positioned that at any moment she's planning on coming over to me.

" I'm.. fine can we just get on with the meeting" I whisper.

She doesn't respond but instead she just folds her arms eyeing me in disbelief. After a few sips of water I manage to push away the sickness, reaching into my pockets I do quickly apologise to Rosaline before I take a couple Ibuprofen for the headache I've got.

" Hungover?" She asks.

She knows exactly what happened last night, but she doesn't know I know so I have to go along with acting clueless.

" No I just woke up feeling a bit worse for wear, it's probably just a fever or something I'm sure it will pass" I lie.

" Ah I see" She places her arm on the table then rests her head in her hand looking at me with fiery eyes. " Even when you don't feel well you look so fucking sexy" she says under her breathe.