Anne was looking at herself in the bathroom mirror.
"No..."
She wiped away the matte lipstick she'd just applied and searched her bag. She took out the red one and tried it.
"No."
She then searched for paper and wiped that one away too. It was dark red and it could never be wiped away from the first attempts. She rubbed harder.
"f**k it. "
She tossed the paper in the trash and adjusted her dress. "Let's just get this over with."
She went out and headed for the big open space where the party was held. She grabbed a glass of scampagne from the waiter, passing by and downed it at almost one gulp.
Anne looked around to get another one and she saw him.
Devon was talking to a group of people- some familiar, others Anne had no idea who they might be. This, though, was totally irrel
