Melanie.
Saturday.
I gaze at myself in the mirror. Amazed.
Beautiful, enviable. Priceless. I finish with my outfit; a silver dress, complete with a pair of matching rhinestone heeled sandals.
The dress, a beautiful maxi, with double side slits. My legs show, as I walk. It's one of the dresses Malachi sent me, on Thursday, which I didn't initially acknowledge.
After our shared moment, when I went to my room that night, I finally checked them. Each one, beautiful.
Finally, I had to settle for something and I selected this one.
I have diamond and pearls on my neck and ears. Even my wrists. My wedding ring gracing my finger.
I inhale shakily, knowing the party is almost starting. This is for show. Nothing real between Malachi and I. Yet, my body reacts treacherously to the lie. Wanting Malachi. Forgetting who my heart belongs to. The one man, who took my virginity along with my heart, six years ago.
