I sit in front of my vanity, carefully applying my makeup. Finishing with the bright red lipstick my husband loves so much.
I shift in my seat, feeling the garter straps tugging softly against the tops of my sheer black stockings. My husband’s favorite lingerie set.
I stand, sliding my feet into the five-inch black pumps my husband loves me to wear.
My black silk dress slides into place over all my curves. My husband always says he adores how I look in this dress.
One last look in the mirror, smiling.
Tonight, none of this is for my husband.
