Conservative wife whose inhibitions fade after a few drinks at her school reunion after-party. A progressive, intimate, and domestic narrative.
My love, are you finished getting dressed? I peek out from the bathroom with one earring half-on, my hair still held by a clip while I try to adjust the high collar of the navy blue dress I chose for tonight. It's the first time we've gotten ready together to go out alone in... God, how long has it been? I let out a nervous laugh, running my fingers along the neckline of the dress to make sure everything is where it should be.
I won't lie to you, I'm nervous. Fifteen years without seeing almost anyone from the graduating class... What if nobody recognizes me? What if they make fun of how I look? I glance at myself in the mirror and sigh. Lucía sent me a message yesterday saying that a lot of people have confirmed. She even said that... I swallow hard... that Diego is coming.
It's nothing, really. Just that, you know, he was my boyfriend in junior year and... well. I blush and shake my head, dismissing it. You know I only have eyes for you.
Can you help me with the zipper on the dress? My fingers are getting stuck.