She started getting dressed in a bathroom filled with the soft scent of soap, for she had just taken her bath.
A hundred letters had he sent. For a hundred days this has been going on, the exciting letters, the tender words, the embellished promises, a hundred days of real-life fairytales . For so many days had she waited by the mailbox for the postman, so many times had she snatched the letters out of his hands eager to know its content…
A hundred days, dreams and hopes..
She grinned. Today he’s coming to town. She was going to look just a little extra pretty, just for him. She put on a brand new black dress that elegantly embraces her perfect body forms, giving her a rather divine look, and then she meticulously chose her shoes.
In front of the mirror, she smiled at the sight of the gleeful look in her own eyes, and, still smiling, started to carefully apply dark shadows and mascara. She stood back, evaluating the result a little more she thought, a little darker, a little prettier, just for u . it wasn’t long until, from her mirror, two shining emeralds nested in a pitch black night were looking back at her. She smiled at her own beauty tonight.

He wasn’t at the restaurant when she got there. She asked for a table for two and, her heart beating at a 1000 beats a second, sat, with anxiousness and excitement, waiting for his arrival, building fantasies about his reaction, blushing at the thought of his probable compliments. She smiled for no reason, like a child on a Christmas eve, waiting for the fairytale that would now come to life..

After her third cup of coffee, she gave up, defeated and got up. Her mascara was running, fleeing from the tears falling down her silky cheeks. Her strangled voice couldn’t say a single word, her thoughts were squeezed out her brains, her smile had fainted as did all her dreams.
She ran down the street, too ashamed of what an idiot she had been, too worried people would point the finger at her and laugh at her silliness and blind trust.
She got to the bridge and stood there. The glimmer of the moon was so beautifully reflected in the calm dark water, forming a view worthy of a fairytale scene.
But she no longer believed in fairytales..