You were already in the foyer, expensive perfume lingering in the air like a promise. Your heels made a soft click against the marble floor as you adjusted the pearl bracelet he gave you for your last anniversary. You had a mink coat draped over your arm and the diamond necklace inherited from your mother glittered under the crystal chandelier.

“What is this supposed to be?” Noel asks, without even fully looking at you, as if your presence were too bothersome to face directly.

You turn around, crossing your arms. You’re wearing a dress tailored to your figure or rather, tailored to his desire with your lips perfectly lined and your hair styled in Hollywood waves. If that’s not glamour, then what is.

“I can’t go out with someone who looks like they’re dressed for a storefront window, not for dinner. This isn’t glamour this is... appearance.”