She'd just stubbed out the joint when Tom let himself into the room, coming to an abrupt halt when he saw her hair and make-up.

"You look great," he sighed.

"Thank you, Honey. But I know you don't like make-up," she smiled.

"No-no," he shook his head. "I mean, yea, you are naturally beautiful, and I do prefer you without it. But you really did a great job. Your hair and your eyes. And my God, that lipstick."

"You're so sweet," she said, his praise helping to calm her nerves before a sudden thought alarmed her. "It's not time, is it?" She yelped, starting to stand up, her mind racing...