Breeding the Surrogate
She looked about forty, with perfect posture, expensive perfume, and hair that didn't dare misbehave.
“Liliana Vale? Please, come with me.”
The consultation room was just as luxurious. Ivory walls, abstract art, a single orchid blooming on the corner of the desk. The woman sat across from her, carefully reviewing the forms Lili had just handed over.
“I’m Dr. Emmeline Strathmore,” she said crisply, flipping through the pages. “I see you’ve applied to be a gestational surrogate.”
Lili nodded once. “Yes.”
Dr. Strathmore’s eyes moved over the forms. “Thank you for coming in. We’re always grateful to applicants. Now, I see here you’re twenty-one, a little younger than our usual surrogates… let me