Valentines day, 1am, a woman was sitting in front of a candlelit dinner. She was wearing a white long-sleeved dress and a pair of white high heels. She felt itchy and uncomfortable with the dress. The dress covered her body, completely afraid of revealing her skin and curves but she looked pleasing to the eye as if she was a wingless angel, pure and innocent.

After a while, she started to loosen up her dress and rolled her sleeves. She started to look at a particular contact on her phone. She started texting:

"What time are you going to be here?"

After hesitating, she typed : "You said you'll spend Valentines Day with me first". She clicked send and regretted it immediately but it was to late. She could only wait for a reply but no one replied after so much time.

The woman said to herself 'Who am I kidding? Why would he keep his promise, I am just a mistress. He sees me as an object bought with his money. Even though, I haven't given him my body, I am a doll that fuels his fetishes for innocent and pure looking woman.

Her tears started to fall. She stood up but almost stumbled because of her high heels. She removed her high heels and walked barefoot towards the balcony. She took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. She rubbed her teary eyes for she found it difficult to light her cigarette. She felt comfort while puffing the cigarette.

She seemed to have realized something as she mumbled:

"Innocent?..."

"Pure?..."

Tears uncontrollably fell. 'This clothes are like mask, when removed her true face would be reveal, a face of a mistress of a married man'.

'If she knew her first love would turn out this way, would she have started?'

'Her body may not be dirty but she was a stain that must stay hidden.'

She stood still at the balcony and stare outside as if waiting for an answer. The silence and cold wind confronted her but strangely it brought comfort.

Her tears dried up and she walked to the bathroom. In front of a mirror, she started retouching her make up. Swollen eyes were still noticed after make up but a cold expression hid her previous emotional outburst.

She looked at herself in the mirror and declared:

"At least as a stain, I could still latch onto him."