Evelyn
I had waited for Julian to come home, not because I missed him, well not entirely, but because I wanted to see the look on his face when he found out I was going somewhere he had absolutely no idea about.
He did not come home.
By seven the makeup artist was packing up her kit and looking at me the way people look at something they are proud of.
"Ma'am," she said quietly, stepping back to take me in fully, "I have been doing this for eleven years and I have never seen such beauty in all my life."
I smiled at my reflection and said nothing because there was nothing to add.
The gold dress hit differently tonight, sharper somehow, and my hair was pinned in a way that made my neck look long and my posture deliberate, and I looked exactly like a woman who had somewhere to be and int
