Maybe she was being paranoid, but Casey was convinced that people were talking about her. And not in a nice way.
Her first day in her new office, she had seen the looks. Grins, grimaces, snickers behind hands. What did they know anyway, she had thought, wearing her new red sweater, and a fresh layer of salmon-colored lipstick.
Then came the day that she wore her cowboy boots and skirt to work. More snickers, more laughs, and this time, a few pointed fingers. Even Judge Petrovsky stared, an astonished expression on her face.
The next morning there was an unsigned gift certificate for a personal shopper on her desk. People were definitely talking.