Mary looked herself over the mirror one last time as she heard the single knock on the door that let her know dinner was served. She adjusted her thin black dress slightly and made a last check of her makeup – perfect. With a smile on her rosy red lips she left the room and headed towards the dining room, the sound of her pumps on the hardwood floor announcing her approach to the 2 small talking men at the table.
She greeted Will nonchalantly at the table with a soft hand caressing his neck from behind and leaning in close enough as they exchanged pleasantries to make sure he could smell her expensive perfume as well as getting a good look at her generous cleavage before she stood back up.
She passed her husband with a small peck at his lips and a compliment about the smell of the food before finding her seat opposite of Will around the small table with her back against the window and the slowly setting sun. Her husband poured the wine for them as Will awkwardly managed to start the small talk back up again and as the entrée was slowly consumed.