Eve
of Bliss
By Amede |
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From that
day on, Amanda swore to go this one alone. She
cleaned herself and even found a job as an office manager in a
lingerie factory. She changed her entire closet and stepped up
from Goth to conservative couture. In a short five months of working
for them, the owner moved her to their high end line of evening
attire. See, Amanda is addicted to Delgado’s wild and free ways, but morally bound to Chance’s ideologies. She had to make both work for her without losing herself in the battle of balance. Today she felt she had won. Neither man had a hold in her life. Both men had fallen out of touch with her, more her decision than theirs. Life was smiling at her again. Her birthday party is tonight and she was going to be ready. At thirty-eight, she still has some fight left in her yet, and she wanted the world to see. Purple is the color of royalty. She picked this one out from the spring collection set for next year. It is a bare back, to the waistline. There was a cocktail collar in the front that went down to her belly, leaving a healthy view of cleavage. The multi layer of imported soft silk that flowed from the waist to the floor combined a mix of Victorian and French. She looked like she was ‘red carpet’ ready. The seduction was tastefully done. She looked breath-taken and beautiful. The loft was loud with music and excitement. She had invited some of her friends from the church, the factory, and even her old boss from the toyshop. She heard that Chance might be attending, but nobody was sure. She had sent him an invitation card in the mail, so it will be nice if he showed up. The loft she rented from a friend has a large balcony that overlooked the bright night-lights of the Chicago skyline. It was breath taking and everyone was proud of her and her accomplishments. The night was going quite well. Compliments were flowing and the drinks and food could not taste better. Lights were dim, and smiles were getting longer, and words slightly slurred. She was dancing with one of her present co-workers when he tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around and caught her breath. Her lips opened in a silent gasp. Delgado’s gray eyes were piercing through her soul. He was stunning in a midnight gray cocktail suit. The jacket was unbuttoned to show off the chiffon white shirt and loosened bow tie. His very long silky hair was cut to the chin, and sleeked back. He was a mixture of Andy Garcia and Al Pacino. His usually darkened eyes and black colored finger nails were not there tonight. No lip-gloss and eyeliner. He looked completely groomed and still in control. “Miss
me?” he smiled at her. She was still staring at him, shocked.
She had not seen him in almost a year. She had stopped taking
and returning his calls, and even moved to a new apartment. She
clearly did not invite him to this party because she did not want
a chance of him meeting Chance. |
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