Martha still stood before the mirror, dabbing at her stained jacket. If had been a birthday presence from her husband for their fifth anniversary. She had accepted it despite her hatred for yellow and had only just worn it today since it was bought. She had wanted a brighter color, hoping perhaps that it would lighten her mood or not show the large crowd how dark her heart felt at the moment. Brown has been pleased with the choice, maybe because he bought it or because it made her look beautiful like he had said. Now, she was hating the suit all over again and wishing she had gone for the black and grey skirt she wanted to that morning.
Frustrated and impatient, she tossed the towel to the sink and decided she would survive with the little stain on the left and the wet patch. It was only a trip to the front door and the car after all, then the car to the private jet and then home.