Fifty Eight

Matthew waited patiently as he flipped through TV channels.  They had come back to the hotel room to change for the semi-formal dinner and dance and Kara had offered that he shower first, since she would be long in the bathroom.

He had finished dressing and was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.  With a sigh, he flipped through all the channels a second time and, finding nothing to watch, he switched off the TV and reached for the magazine he had moved to the table earlier so he could sit down.  He’d never believed the married men about women taking forever to get ready, but he was starting to believe it now.

He had just started to sit back in the chair, when he heard the bathroom door open and he glanced round to see Kara.  He had expected her to wear the black dress he had bought for her for his brother’s wedding.

Instead she was wearing a pale green lace and satin dress, which bared both her shoulders.  Sleeves hung from