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“You’ll see.”
    A shiver rippled up Bunny’s spine as she waved off her friend’s suggestion. After all, an uptight suit like McNulty probably never had a romantic notion in his life, although serious heat had simmered in the depths of his mocha eyes.
    She thought of the Barbie vision she’d encountered after her interview, wondering what type of woman turned Nathan’s head.
    “You should have seen the woman I ran into after my interview.” She shook her head. “Totally polished and refined. Now she belonged in that office. Me, I’m not so sure about.”
    Tilly scooted close to tap Bunny’s knee. “Like what? Tell me.”
    Bunny described the cotton candy ensemble and the woman’s flawless, smooth hair. “I’ll never look like that.”
    Tilly wrinkled her nose. “Why would you want to look like that?”
    “I need this job to keep a roof over my head.” She met her friend’s curious gaze then let out a dejected breath. “Maybe I need to look like that.”
    Tilly shrugged. “At least your parents will be happy.”
    “Great.” Bunny rolled her eyes. “I’ll finally be the corporate daughter they always dreamed of.”
    Her parents had never understood her creative side. How could they? They’d been too busy attending dinner dances at the club and planning golf outings. Her sister had somehow slid under the radar screen, marrying right out of college and producing the first grandchild. But Bunny? Bunny had never quite measured up to her parents’ idea of success. If anything, her often unorthodox ideas had given them fits.
    And forget about men. She had yet to bring home one that fit their picture of the ideal son-in-law. Heck. She had yet to bring home one that fit her own picture of the ideal son-in-law. Every man she’d dated had either scoffed at her creative thinking or wanted her to change. Change . Were they kidding?
    Tilly held up one finger, jumping to her feet. “Be right back.” She dashed from the room. “Close your eyes.”
    Bunny did as Tilly instructed and sat, eyes shut, waiting for her friend’s return. She felt the brush of rough fabric against her hands and blinked her eyes open.
    A violet suit lay draped across her knees. “What’s this?” she whispered excitedly.
    “A Chanel suit.” Tilly shrugged, taking a long draw on her straw. “Well, I mean, I think it is.”
    “Where on earth did you get a Chanel suit?” Bunny stroked her fingers across the nubby wool, fingering the double row of beautifully polished buttons. Minute flecks of orange and green peeked from the fabric’s weave. Gorgeous. The suit was simply breathtaking.
    Tilly grinned. “I wore it in last year’s production of Auntie Mame . They let us keep our costumes...sort of.” She tipped her chin. “You’ll knock ‘em dead in that.”
    Tilly sank to her knees, and leaned toward Bunny. Bunny often wondered how so much vitality could be packed into such a tiny person, but Tilly pulled it off. She was nothing but raw energy, which might explain her inability to hold a job for more than one week. If not for her family’s trust fund, she’d be no more able to afford living in the building than Bunny.
    “I heard about the Condo Board and Thurston.” Tilly’s face pinched into a deep frown.
    Thurston Monroe . Bunny’s enthusiasm for her new job and the beautiful suit faded. “He hates me.”
    “A little feng shui never hurt anyone,” Tilly offered in a falsely cheerful tone.
    “He fractured his wrist.” Bunny grimaced. “I think that hurt him a bit.”
    Tilly shook her head. “Six weeks in a cast and four months of rehab.”
    Bunny ran a hand over her face. “He’ll never approve my application.”
    “He should have been looking where he was going.”
    Tilly was right. How could someone fall over a sofa, for crying out loud? And the rearrangement had created a major improvement in the lobby’s energy. Anyone could see that. Except Monroe.
    “They can’t say no now that you’ll be able to