Macey ducked into the bathroom, avoiding the two stalls, she went straight to the sink. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with her? After six years, she should be smarter. But the moment his arms were around her, it was like time stood still. As much as she tried to deny it, she still loved him, still wanted him. And it seemed like he wanted her too. Was she getting her hopes up? She couldn’t shake the fear it would eventually fall apart.
The door opened, but she paid no mind to the newcomer. Macey gave herself a final glance before turning to see a blonde in a short, black dress that was mostly lace and left very little to the imagination. She struggled to keep her expression neutral. Other women had enough confidence to wear such provocative clothes
