Vision in Black

The door opened slowly. He wasn't expecting to see her there; it wasn't her place. His face turned a pinkish hue. She smiled, "I'm glad you're here, I can't get zipped up."

Hugging her pale skin was the blackest of black material. He pulled the zipper up her back, surrounded by the softness of velvet. She stepped back to reveal the full picture. "How do I look?"

The black velvet drew up around her neck in a proper way. But how it caressed her upper body was not so proper. The sleeves were long on her slender arms and came to a point just atop her hands; revealing her long, ring-adorned fingers.

At her hips, the velvet gave way to yards of black lace, swaying gently atop a slip of black silk. As she walked, the lace skirt skimmed above the floor. Her toe nails were ablaze in the reddest of red polish. Black straps of velvet cris-crossed her white feet that stood upon a three inch heel. She spun around to reveal herself in a full length mirror.

Above her left breast, she wore a cluster of rhinestones. She adjusted the direction of the broach and touched the matching chandelier earrings. In the process she moved the net veiling from her eyes to re-touch her make-up. The net fell just below her eyes barely touching her nose. With her blond hair swept up, atop her head was a small triangular hat adorned with rhinestones. It sat almost magically in mid-air while a few stray curls dropped along her face and the nape of her neck.

He swallowed and took a deep breath. She handed him the documents he had come to pick up. She reached for her purse and keys and they left the house together. Tonight would not be their night together; but, the opportunity would come again.

I loved that dress.