Britwitch
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Heather glanced at herself in the elevator mirror.
The strapless black cocktail dress clung to her curves, pushing up her ample chest, showing off her still narrow waist and hugging her gently rounded behind before coming to an end halfway down her thighs. She’d pinned up her midnight black curls, leaving a solitary curl hanging down the back of her neck. Her bright green eyes had been highlighted by just the right amount of eyeliner and mascara lengthening her already long lashes. Her smile was proud as the bell sounded and the doors opened, she’d always known how to make the most of her looks.
Her heels clicked across the hotel lobby, hips swaying, as she made her way to the ballroom and the private party within. The sound of nineties pop songs drifted from inside, slightly muffled by the hundreds of voices clearly having a wonderful time, but despite her outward appearance as she drew nearer Heather felt her confidence falter.
She had changed her mind several times about attending since the invitation had landed in her mailbox.
Firstly she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend an evening talking to people she barely remember about things that happened over a decade ago, secondly their lives now were of little consequence to her and thirdly she was certain she didn’t want them finding out about what had been going on in her life since leaving high school.
Reunions were so cliché.
It would however be a weekend away, her best friend pointed out, with a free bar and meal at the reunion itself. Heather was due a break from it all and why not make the most of it. Besides, there might be someone there with contacts, someone who could help get her life back on track and who really remembered what went on in high school anyway. So she had responded saying she would attend, alone, and then spent a few fairly happy weekends trying to find the right dress. One of the perks to working in a department store was that she’d been able to ‘borrow’ everything she wanted for the weekend and, as long as it didn’t get spoiled, she could take it back without spending a precious penny. It also meant she could choose things well out of her normal price range, a stunning dress, expensive black pumps, lingerie and a few little sparkling accessories for her hair. Finished off with some testers from the make up and perfume department, she looked every bit the successful young woman with money to burn.
It was the image she wanted to present because it was the furthest from the truth.
Taking a deep breath and adjusting the name badge pinned to her chest Heather stepped into the ballroom and headed straight for the bar.
“Rum and coke, please,” She flashed the barman a bright smile, who looked about ten years her junior, and leant a little closer to the bar than was strictly necessary, ensuring when she got her drink it was a double.
Leaning back on the bar rail, Heather scanned the room as she sipped her drink and sighed as the warmth of the rum hit her throat.
There were hundreds of faces milling about before her and only a handful that looked familiar. For a moment Heather thought she might have come to the wrong reunion when a too-happy blonde practically bounced over to her.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Heather? Heather is that you?” The blonde beamed as she reached her.
“Yes it’s me,” Heather smiled back, her mind a total blank as to who the hell was standing before her.
“It’s me, Jenny!” The blonde announced.
“Well I knew that!” Heather’s voice was polite and her face kept its soft smile as her mind ran at break neck speed through her memories trying to place Jenny in them.
Heather glanced at herself in the elevator mirror.
The strapless black cocktail dress clung to her curves, pushing up her ample chest, showing off her still narrow waist and hugging her gently rounded behind before coming to an end halfway down her thighs. She’d pinned up her midnight black curls, leaving a solitary curl hanging down the back of her neck. Her bright green eyes had been highlighted by just the right amount of eyeliner and mascara lengthening her already long lashes. Her smile was proud as the bell sounded and the doors opened, she’d always known how to make the most of her looks.
Her heels clicked across the hotel lobby, hips swaying, as she made her way to the ballroom and the private party within. The sound of nineties pop songs drifted from inside, slightly muffled by the hundreds of voices clearly having a wonderful time, but despite her outward appearance as she drew nearer Heather felt her confidence falter.
She had changed her mind several times about attending since the invitation had landed in her mailbox.
Firstly she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend an evening talking to people she barely remember about things that happened over a decade ago, secondly their lives now were of little consequence to her and thirdly she was certain she didn’t want them finding out about what had been going on in her life since leaving high school.
Reunions were so cliché.
It would however be a weekend away, her best friend pointed out, with a free bar and meal at the reunion itself. Heather was due a break from it all and why not make the most of it. Besides, there might be someone there with contacts, someone who could help get her life back on track and who really remembered what went on in high school anyway. So she had responded saying she would attend, alone, and then spent a few fairly happy weekends trying to find the right dress. One of the perks to working in a department store was that she’d been able to ‘borrow’ everything she wanted for the weekend and, as long as it didn’t get spoiled, she could take it back without spending a precious penny. It also meant she could choose things well out of her normal price range, a stunning dress, expensive black pumps, lingerie and a few little sparkling accessories for her hair. Finished off with some testers from the make up and perfume department, she looked every bit the successful young woman with money to burn.
It was the image she wanted to present because it was the furthest from the truth.
Taking a deep breath and adjusting the name badge pinned to her chest Heather stepped into the ballroom and headed straight for the bar.
“Rum and coke, please,” She flashed the barman a bright smile, who looked about ten years her junior, and leant a little closer to the bar than was strictly necessary, ensuring when she got her drink it was a double.
Leaning back on the bar rail, Heather scanned the room as she sipped her drink and sighed as the warmth of the rum hit her throat.
There were hundreds of faces milling about before her and only a handful that looked familiar. For a moment Heather thought she might have come to the wrong reunion when a too-happy blonde practically bounced over to her.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Heather? Heather is that you?” The blonde beamed as she reached her.
“Yes it’s me,” Heather smiled back, her mind a total blank as to who the hell was standing before her.
“It’s me, Jenny!” The blonde announced.
“Well I knew that!” Heather’s voice was polite and her face kept its soft smile as her mind ran at break neck speed through her memories trying to place Jenny in them.