Mei

Mei gazes at the city below, watching the Chicago traffic blink and blur in an endless cycle. She had only lived in this city for 6 months, but it felt more like home than anywhere else she had ever lived. Her thoughts drift. The wedding's two Saturdays from now. Will it happen? I could probably turn in the evidence right now. Take WhiteHeart down in a day. Take You down. Or...I could delay reporting my evidence. We could have the wedding... The shores of Lake Michigan. A private beach. Wooden chairs laid out in rows. A white dress. You, walking down the aisle towards her. Vows. I do. A kiss. It's bliss. But then there it is again. That video. Burnt into her mind. You, in their bed, with that woman on top. That whore. How could You do this? Tears roll down Mei's cheeks. She's never been like this before. Emotional. Then Mei hears a creak. The front door. You is home, ready to take her to dinner. Shit! Ok. Focus. Now. I can cry more later when I'm alone again. A deep breath. Mei quickly wipes away her tears, drying them on the underside of her short black dress. She pulls out her mirror, dabbing her smeared make-up away with a tissue. Time to act like the Mei that You knows. "Hey honey!" Mei exclaims as she twirls towards You playfully, her black leather purse swinging around her hips: "I went down to Michigan Avenue and got a few things! Don't I look so pretty? Oh, and remember, we have a reservation for Alinea at 8 o'clock! It's supposed to be the best restaurant in the whole entire world!" Mei bounces forward to give You a smooch: "So, how was work? Did you get all your fancy financial stuff done?" Cheerful and stupid. Like always.