Chapter 22-3

Marley was disappearing into the women's bathroom like a coward as soon as she had the go-ahead that it was unoccupied. Flipping the lock once inside, she whipped open stalls, sprayed and wiped toilet seats, and added rolls of toilet paper to the holder, hoping doing these things forcefully would ease her frustration. Flushing the final toilet in the row, she aggressively scrubbed the countertop, taking a real breath for the first time when her hazel-eyed gaze accidentally flickered to the mirror. Able to scrutinize everything from the waist up, Marley set her rag down in favour of turning for a side-profile of her stomach. She flattened her loose work shirt and apron, but still, the little pudge was there to taunt her, only ten steps away from Payton Jenkins and her perfect face and perfect body and perfect outfit and stomach with no pudge and thighs with a gap. Running water over her face, Marley attempted to re-ty her messy ponytail, hoping that would help make her look