MILDRED

THE LITTLE RENDEZVOUS

"You can't fucking say something?" A smirk appeared on Marcella's perfectly lined lips.

This lady was growing into a threat and as the day went by, her plans seemed to be tilting. First, she wanted me to divorce Enid and now she was trying to uncover the truth behind my brown eyes.

"Why did you cut your hair? Why did you fucking dye? Your eyes what the fuck did you do to them?"

I was nervous to the pits of my stomach, beads of perspiration trailed down my back beneath my dress. My lips shivered and I thought of how to answer her unnerving questions.

Instead,...