I checked myself one more time in the mirror. I pulled my brush out my black Gucci purse and did the final touch up to my long black hair. Then I pulled out my red lipstick but decided against it. Too much of anything isn’t good for you.
Even Mac lipstick. It felt like I had been waiting for this day my entire life. And I guess in some ways it was true. It had definitely been a long road. As I walked out the courthouse bathroom I felt a surge of confidence. I had on a grey skirt suit with a lower bottom pleat. I had a prayer on my lips and a song in my heart as I made my way to courtroom number 412.
“Hello Anthony,” I said in a drab voice.
“How have you been?”
“Obviously not as well as you, “Anthony replied sarcastically.
“You look like a million bucks Cynthia. “ He continued to say. And if truth be known he wasn’t that far off. As a matter of fact, I was working on my fifth book deal. But that was my secret for now.
Anthony was so accustomed to having the upper hand I could feel the confidence run right out of his body as he watched me walk away. I peaked in courtroom 412 and saw my attorney busy at work laughing with our opponent. I decided to wait outside and let her work her magic.
I found a seat by the window that overlooked the courtyard. I could feel Anthony staring at me from afar. It only served as an aphrodisiac that fueled my already high self-esteem. I soon forgot about the unwanted attention I was receiving from my once upon a time soul mate. After a couple of minute’s, I had totally left my surroundings and allowed my mind to drift.
Although it was true I had made some bad choices years ago that brought me to this showdown today. I had also made some pretty tough choices that had landed me on my feet. I would like to say that I am happy with all the decisions that I have made over the last few years. But that is not always the case.
Some of the moves I made to get to the top may seem scandalous to you. I have spent many nights alone because of my sheer determination. if I had to do it all over again I am sure I wouldn’t change a thing. Before the nasty divorce. Before all the book signings and public appearances. Before the last contract, I was offered. Before my second soul mate ran out on me. Before the murder. I sit back and wonder. What if I had done things differently?
But I only think about this On Rare Occasions……..