Scarlet had taken her time to choose a dress. She wanted to look provocative for her husband, on his birthday. When she came across the perfect dress, it made her feel like a gift. Like the middle bit was a bow, just begging to be tugged to open.
Almost like breadcrumbs, she followed the path he left for her. To that single table. She sat down and drew the glass poured for her closer to her body. What did her darling husband have planned? She could tell he was actively blocking her. Because the feeling she got was not the same as him simply not being there.