A long-legged brunette in a red cocktail dress was sitting at the table, slowly sipping martini and looking away into the distance. She locked her eyes jealousy at one point for a moment and then became totally indifferent to everything that was happening. Spark in her eyes in a fraction of a second changed to an empty shell. Disappointment. She knew that this would all happen, but it’s happened so quickly.
She sighed deeply and lighted up another cigarette, holding the mouthpiece with two fingers. Her hands were in lace gloves up to the elbows, this woman knew how to hide her age. Small radial wrinkles were seen near her lips. Well, she could do nothing with smoking, but all other skin imperfections were hidden under layers of makeup. Arrows, always the same shape and perfection. She liked to emphasize the eyes, but almost never had the time for it, so had made a tattooed eyeliner. The last few years changed her a lot. Being once shaggy in youth, her eyebrows thinned, darkened and became more acute, as if they asserted that she was something of a bitch. There wasn't any hint of grey of tightly gathered hair in a high ponytail. The only thing that revealed she was in hurry were imprints of red lipstick on her bleached teeth. The woman was immediately served a favorite drink, as she was a regular customer here. Finishing second cigarette, she was tapping her heel on the leg of the chair to the rhythm of the song and then looked around again. The woman left an olive in the glass with the unfinished martini, put the cigarette out, gracefully got up from her seat and entered the hall. She knew exactly how to act.
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