“Hurry up Sarah, we’re gonna be late!” James called from the bottom of the stairs.

“I’m coming, go put Jacob in the car and I’ll be down in a sec.” Sarah replied.

Below her Sarah heard her husband’s footsteps on the stairs and her son’s never-ending chatter slowly fade away.

Smiling softly she carefully placed her favourite black stilettos on her feet and checked her reflection in the mirror. The new forest green dress complemented her body perfectly, her mahogany hair was flawless and her deep brown eyes gleamed. Tonight was going to be a good night.

Slowly the bedroom door swung open and James appeared, wearing a crisp black suit and an impatient expression on his face. With another quick glance at her reflection Sarah got up and turned towards the door. As she passed her husband she trailed her hand along his back, which in a marriage as old as theirs, passed for an embrace.

With her head held high, Sarah prepared for the night that was to come.

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