#Chapter153
Pushing through strangers and walking into the small enclosed space for air, I push the door open to the ladies’ bathroom at the back of the huge hall. Strolling in confidently, if not a little heavily, I walk to the bank of vanities and look at myself in the mirror. Hair sleek and perfect, makeup flawless and a dress doing a lot to make me look like a twenty-something sex kitten with long legs and curves for once. I look like a girl who is probably giving her boyfriend the best sex of his life, sassy and bold with an air of capability and feel like a fraud as I stare at my reflection numbly. I still have the grace and airs of a girl who knows how to have fun, the cheeky youthful face of a girl who knows how to work sex to her advantage, and the body of someone who gets a lot of attention whether she wants it or not. I look the part, yet he isn’t getting the package he probably thought he was. It just makes me feel worthless.
