Dancing with Dior
Somewhere in the back of the ballroom
Oh my God, I love your dress!
The girl smiles, champagne in hand, and runs gloved fingers over satin green.
Thanks! Last season’s Dior, she confesses.
I offer a wry smile, leaning in with a conspiratorial gleam in my eye as I gesture to my own body.
Last year’s Chanel.
Her eyes widen and she titters behind the back of her hand, raising her glass to mine in a small chink of commerarderie.
There’s a knock on my elbow; I barely have time to register that I’m stumbling before the girl in the green dress catches me.
Oops, I giggle and brush the hair from my forehead before excusing myself to sit down.
On the way, I place my glass on a waiter's tray and politely decline an offer to dance, waving the young man’s hand away when he attempts to take my arm again.
So pushy, I drawl, and splay my hand over his chest in a flirtatious way that lets him know I can feel how fast his heart is beating.
But, I make my way to the exit and slip on my coat. No one notices that I’m wearing far more jewellery than what I arrived in.
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C. R. Drinkwater
An unserious writer who can’t finish a project.
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