Contracted: A Wife For The Bedroom
'SMILE!'
Using the rear-view mirror to paint on her lipstick, Lily could almost hear her childhood ballet teacher's affected tones calling out for her to look happy and relaxed as she performed some excruciatingly painful manoeuvre.
And tonight's group session was going to be excruciating—happy and positive were the absolute last things she felt this evening. Even an hour spent in front of the mirror, sweeping her blonde hair back in a smart French roll, carefully applying her make-up and dressing in her most snappy navy suit hadn't enabled Lily to muster the confident air that usually surrounded her. No amount of power dressing was going to save her tonight! The only thing she had to show for weeks spent wrestling with banks, realestate agents and mortgage brokers was a pounding headache and the appalling realisation that, this time, she couldn't protect her mother.
Now she had to go in there, into the community centre, and imbue confidence, try to convince these people that they could be anything they wanted to be, could attain any goal, if only they truly set their minds to it.
She felt like a charlatan.
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