"She pulls the suit from the back of her closet. Drawing her bath she sips her champagne, smiling to herself. It's been such a very long time. She takes her time selecting her lingerie. Not that he'll know, but I will. She sits at her vanity...taking her time with the rituals involved. Will he say I haven't changed a bit? She laughs to herself again, this time aloud. She clips on her pearl earrings and slips on the ring he gave her so long ago. She sprays her perfume into the air and allows it to fall over her like very fine snowflakes. The Snow Queen...isn't that what he called me when I told him it was over?"
(Excerpt from an unwritten novella)
xx ~ Michelle