I looked at myself in my bedroom mirror. Hair was good, make-up was
good, clothes were. . . horrible. I quickly stripped off the pants suit I
had on and pulled all the dresses I owned out of my closet and threw them
onto my bed.
There was the pinkish bridesmaid one I'd worn when Carter and I went to that benefit at the history museum. We had spent most of that night looking for Richard's car just so I could let the air out of one of the tires. I smiled at the memory.
There was the black one I'd worn when he gave five million dollars to some symphony hall or something. He always looked so handsome in a tux. But both those dresses were too fancy. Besides, he'd seen them both before. Not that I cared . . .
The third, and last dress was made of dark purple velvet. It came down to my mid-thighs and had a pretty average neckline. I pulled it on over my head. I quickly, but carefully, put on a pair of nude panty hose. Since the dress was short sleeved I found a long black coat and lay it neatly on a chair by the door.
I looked in the mirror again. 'Not bad,' I thought. My hair was swept up onto the back of my neck and I put the pearl necklace Carter had given me for Christmas last year. I slipped my feet into my little black heels and sat down to wait.
After a minute or so of waiting I realized that I was nervous. And I was wearing a dress. I hated dresses. Why was I dressing up for him? I mean, I hate him. . .don't I?
He dumped me in a letter. A LETTER! And he had promised me that he would never leave. But he did. Yet, I would still jump at another chance with him. Was this it? Was this my second chance?
I took a deep breath. I had to calm down. If I didn't, then I'd spend the whole evening rambling and eventually say something better left unsaid. For example, "I love you."
Where was he? It was five past six and, since I had known him, Carter had only ever been late once.
Maybe he was nervous too. Maybe he saw this as a second chance also. I stood up and began pacing. I couldn't keep still. I felt like I would burst at any moment. I wanted to shout at him for leaving me. I wanted to tell him how much he had hurt me.
I wanted to kiss him. God, he was such a good kisser.
Finally, I heard him knock at the door. I gathered myself together and opened the door. I flashed him what I hoped was a sexy smile. He looked at me for a second and then said, "You hate dresses."
I know this chapter is really short but I wanna start doing Carter's POV now. So the next chapter is coming soon. I mean really soon. Review!!!!!
There was the pinkish bridesmaid one I'd worn when Carter and I went to that benefit at the history museum. We had spent most of that night looking for Richard's car just so I could let the air out of one of the tires. I smiled at the memory.
There was the black one I'd worn when he gave five million dollars to some symphony hall or something. He always looked so handsome in a tux. But both those dresses were too fancy. Besides, he'd seen them both before. Not that I cared . . .
The third, and last dress was made of dark purple velvet. It came down to my mid-thighs and had a pretty average neckline. I pulled it on over my head. I quickly, but carefully, put on a pair of nude panty hose. Since the dress was short sleeved I found a long black coat and lay it neatly on a chair by the door.
I looked in the mirror again. 'Not bad,' I thought. My hair was swept up onto the back of my neck and I put the pearl necklace Carter had given me for Christmas last year. I slipped my feet into my little black heels and sat down to wait.
After a minute or so of waiting I realized that I was nervous. And I was wearing a dress. I hated dresses. Why was I dressing up for him? I mean, I hate him. . .don't I?
He dumped me in a letter. A LETTER! And he had promised me that he would never leave. But he did. Yet, I would still jump at another chance with him. Was this it? Was this my second chance?
I took a deep breath. I had to calm down. If I didn't, then I'd spend the whole evening rambling and eventually say something better left unsaid. For example, "I love you."
Where was he? It was five past six and, since I had known him, Carter had only ever been late once.
Maybe he was nervous too. Maybe he saw this as a second chance also. I stood up and began pacing. I couldn't keep still. I felt like I would burst at any moment. I wanted to shout at him for leaving me. I wanted to tell him how much he had hurt me.
I wanted to kiss him. God, he was such a good kisser.
Finally, I heard him knock at the door. I gathered myself together and opened the door. I flashed him what I hoped was a sexy smile. He looked at me for a second and then said, "You hate dresses."
I know this chapter is really short but I wanna start doing Carter's POV now. So the next chapter is coming soon. I mean really soon. Review!!!!!