Chapter 22

Madison smoothed down the front of the brightly-colored uniform she was currently putting on, trying to make it look as presentable as possible.

This was the waitress uniform she had gotten, when she had been hired to work in this bar or was it club rather, and all her colleagues also were required to wear it too.

Her palms clammy as she rubbed them over the dress, Madison let out a hiss at how the cloth looked tonight. It was rumpled after she had washed it earlier, and since there was no electricity, neither did she have a pressing iron she could use, she had left it there to dry and stretch like that.

There was the alternative of taking the clothes to the dry cleaners, but well she couldn't exactly afford, and weighing her options she had decided to just wash and leave it.

Sighing for the umpteenth time again, she flipped out the dress again, smoothing it down with her to take out all the creases, but all her attempts was proving futile.