The Revenge

"She's walking in now. Green dress."

I stroke my fingers over my lips as I watch the door, waiting for her to arrive. I was putting an end to this rivalry tonight.

"Now," the voice in my ear informs me, and I drop the phone into my jacket pocket. Sure enough, a woman stands in the doorway, her white hair curled to perfection, an emerald green dress accentuating her turquoise eyes. I swallow, wondering if the fates were so cruel. The fingers that were dripping in diamonds lifted her dress up, the fur stole around her shoulders making her look like a film star.

Every man in here was gazing at her, and the man beside her glared at them all in turn. Her eyes scanned the room, a pure innocence in them that I couldn't tear my eyes away from. Then she saw me, and her lips parted, before the look that mirrored my own took o