Rafy willed her hands to stay steady as she drew long cat eyes with her liquid eye liner. Happy with the result, she stepped back to get a final look at herself. Dressed in a black halter gown, the low back leaving her naked, till her just above her tail bone. Her short bob hair showed off the nape of her neck to perfection, and her pilates helped accentuate her back muscles, in the black dress. She parted the thigh high slit on her gown, and looked down at the gash of naked flesh in satisfaction.
She felt ready.
It was time to head out to her college reunion. Sure, it had been 20 years since they had all been 21, and yet she felt the same way, as she did on the first day in college, that first lecture in arts, and mass communication. Butterflies.
She cast a last glance at herself, and hoped Tim was there to see what he had missed out on. Tim had been her ex-boyfriend, and now he was a fashion editor with a moderately famous fashion magazine. Nothing too fancy, and she had been disappointed with his middling professional success, but when she saw his Facebook profile picture, she realised, he still had that boyish grin, she had fallen for. And that would do for the night; a middle aged, ex-boyfriend, with a boyish grin.