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Mia’s flat. The moment the door closed, Mia locked it, and went to lie down on the couch, wishing she had a mother around who insisted on taking care of her, and hoping that she wasn’t about to be subjected to some sort of migraine.

Chapter Seven

    In Mia’s bedroom, the built in wardrobe seemed to be made with a trick door. Depending on the weather, the door would either open easily or be jammed shut as the wood swelled and shrunk with the changes in the barometer.
    Today the wood was swollen and she had to wrestle with the door to get it open. Grasping the handle, she gave it a hard pull, stumbling backwards and landing on the floor at the end of the bed as it flew open. Puffing her fallen hair out of her face, she looked around the room as if someone might have seen her embarrassing fall. She then stood and surveyed the neatly hung and folded clothing in front of her, trying to make a decision on what to wear. She was excited about spending the night with Eric and wanted to look just right.
    Glancing at the clock next to the bed, she noted that it was almost six-thirty. She only had an hour until she was due to meet Eric. Reaching out, she selected a pretty summer dress with a royal blue floral pattern and cap sleeves. It flattered her slender figure and showed off her legs, ending perhaps only an inch or two below her buttocks.
    She took the dress with her into the bathroom, hanging it on the back of the door as she turned to face the mirror. As she ran her fingers through her hair, she noticed that her cheeks were glowing in anticipation, feeling both excited and nervous as she thought about how she wanted the night to progress.
    Picking up the toiletries on the vanity one by one, she held them to her nose, smelling each one and using more than a few, not sure which one was her favourite.
    Out of the perfumes, she selected the bottle of Oscar de la Renta and pumped a spritz in the air, turning around as the spray fell around her and landed on her delicate skin. She dropped the dress over her head and brushed her hair until it was gleaming in waves as it fell over her shoulders.
    Swiping a layer of clear gloss over her naturally pink lips, and using some bronzer to colour the lids of her chocolate brown eyes, she decided that she was as good as she was going to get, and left the bathroom, grabbing the car keys laying on the table next to the door as she exited the flat and locked the door carefully behind her.
    It was around seven-thirty that night, when she was walking up the long driveway that led to the block of townhouses and villas that Eric lived in with his best friend Josh, who was also Louise’s boyfriend.
    Josh was a very tall and lanky guy with a mop of brown curly hair and a slight beak for a nose. Despite not being the most handsome man to grace the earth, he always had the most beautiful girlfriends. Something those that knew him felt could be attributed to the fact that he had a very generous heart and treated his girls like queens.
    “Hi Mia,” Josh greeted her through the security door from where he sat playing Xbox. “It’s open. Eric’s in the kitchen cooking up a storm.”
    “Hi,” she said quietly, stepping inside and listening for the sounds of Eric before following them.
    “Not chatty today?” Josh called after her.
    Spinning on her heels, she turned to face him. “Oh sorry… I just… had a busy day at work.”
    “You ok? You don’t really seem like yourself. I can’t quite put my finger on it,” he said, looking more intently at her.
    Her eyes began to dart around the room as her mouth moved to form the beginning of many different words, none of them actually coming to fruition. Finally, she clamped her lips shut and simply shrugged her shoulders.
    “Must be that you’re wearing a dress - haven’t seen you in one for ages,” he decided, garnering another shrug in response.
    “Ok… nice talking to you,” Josh responded, drawing the words out in sarcasm before turning his