It was a bit of a strange feeling to be in this place again for April. She stared with dismay at her reflection in a full-sized mirror. She was wearing a blue dress, that fell only above her knees. It had an off-shoulder cut, and her full breast was a bit obvious, since the dress was clinging to her curvaceous body, despite giving birth twice already. She only wore a bit of makeup, but her features did not reflect her true age. She breathed deeply, as she thought of what this moment meant for her. It's April's thirtieth birthday today. She had spent the whole afternoon getting dressed in the Johnson Mansion, with this blue dress given by her husband, and only love, who owned most of the businesses here in Atlantic City by now.
"Happy thirtieth birthday April!"
