Mandy decided that Catherin didn't seem overly interested in shaking her hand so she just let it drop and tugged at the hoodie again. Her nerves were feeling shot and she worried her lower lip. "I'm just going to go change," she murmured, ducking out of the kitchen before she threw up. The comfort of Oliver's room was so reassuring, she felt her heart return to a normal pace as she looked around for clean clothes. It was Sunday and she hadn't brought anything a little more.... well, presentable.
Slipping into a pair of jeans, Mandy, found her bra and a tee shirt. She stared at it in the mirror. It was tight. Very tight and made her boobs look huge. Rollin her eyes, Mandy starightened her hair, put some make up on and headed out of the bedroom.
"So, Mrs. Wood," Mandy said, sitting on the stool. "How's your weekend?"