The wig and makeup change my reflection to everything I’m not. The woman who stares back is beautiful. Raven-black hair. Ivory complexion. Ruby lips outlined with temptation. Almond-shaped eyes with just enough flick of the eyeliner in the corners to create an aura of seduction.
But looks can be deceiving. Young and desirable won’t stand the test of time. Neither will love, trust, and commitment, sadly. Till death do us part?
Holding my wedding vows in my mind, I swap the mirror for a gun then walk across the park to where my cheating husband waits to embrace his raven-haired mistress.