FASHION: Some time back, my husband and I went to a corporate party for his company. One of his colleagues came with his new arm candy girlfriend.

Silk smooth hair, impeccable manicure, designer shoes and dress. The aromas of the young lady filled the hall.

Her makeup was exquisite to perfection, and those diamonds in her ears were jaw-dropping and enchanting. The husband’s colleague had his chest sticking out of masculine pride.

As I walked away from the party, I heard my husband whispering to another guy from the office: ‘Well, He’s hit the jackpot. Look, our women are grey house mice compared to him.’

I bit my tongue. Why? Because I knew that revenge is a dish that is best served cold.

A few weeks later, another party was scheduled on our calendar. Now it was my time to come out.

On the day of the event, I rose early because I had booked the best stylist in the city. Keeping my appointment, I was given a premium pedicure and gel manicure. My nails were so shiny that they could be used as mirrors.

Together with the stylist, we went to the sharp end of the shopping center. When we exited, my new purse and costume elegantly complemented the spectacular manicure.

Then the purchase of a set of the most expensive French perfumes and jewelry. A professional makeup master and hairdresser followed.

When my husband arrived home and saw me, his jaw fell to the floor. He stared at me as if he had seen me for the first time…

The evening was perfect. My ‘alpha male’ walked around like a peacock, bursting with pride in front of his friends. We danced, drank champagne after plunging into the party from the heart.

Driving home in a taxi, I leaned over and playfully whispered in my husband’s ear:

‘Dear, I have another surprise for you tonight!’

He lit up like a Christmas tree. The kids were with their grandparents, the night was long, and he thought he had won the lottery.

‘SURPRISE!’ I laughed over the breakfast table as I handed him his credit card along with a stack of checks for everything that I had splashed out earlier that day.

Eight thousand euros!

My husband shook his head. Bitterly, he asked how I could have done this to him and where he could find the money to cover his credit card debt.

I just stood there in complete glory and calmly commented:

‘But darling, it’s only eight thousand! That’s the difference between the ‘grey house mouse’ you called me and the ‘stunning woman’ you’ve bragged to your boys tonight.

Did you think that to look like a trophy bride, women don’t pay anything? You want a trophy, then you pay the bill.’

MORAL:

There are no grey house mice. There are only men who do not earn enough to afford gloss. If you’ve got it, flaunt it. Look like you own the bank, not like you need a loan from it

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PARANORMAL ROMANCE. Award-winning novelist Michael Walsh writes real-life romantic paranormal novels that leave you wondering, ‘what if.’. THE PHANTOM OF OPHELIA and SOUL MATES. Best read with an open mind. https://michaelwalshbooks.wordpress.com/