finally figured it out

Glamour
As I walked in to my closet I started to think. “Do I really want to go to the event tonight? Really is it so important that I show up?” I picked out my red open toe Jimmy Coho shoes, they sparkled, those 4 inch high killers I loved so much. As I turned around, there it was the stunning dress that I would be wearing tonight, the dress I would be eager to rip off when I get home.
I looked in my jewelry box, what piece should I wear? My fiancé bought me an overly diamond encrusted necklace with my name, ‘Angel’, and begged for me to wear it. I thought it was just too much, but he explained it was what everyone had, in his mind. So I gave up and put the heavy thing on.
I looked in the mirror one last time. My hair red and long, was curled, I refuse to go blonde like the other housewives. The dress fit perfect, my body isn’t paid for like everyone else in this city. My glittery eyes lids and thick eye lashes made my eyes pop. I thought to myself “everyone will be jealous.”
My fiancé Robert was dressed in a casual Armani black suit. Image is everything in this city, so I looked at him, just to make sure he looked perfect.
“Angel you look stunning and with you by my side I could wear rags and still look like a million bucks.” He said in his sly voice.
“Yes but” I started.
“Yes but nothing we are going to be late.” He cut me off, I hated it when he did that.
Robby, the man of my dreams, is the owner of a huge company, 40 years old, faded brown hair, nice build, financially stable, and not to mention with a hot 24 year old fiancé at his side. Yes I am engaged to a man 16 years older than me, I could hear all the whispers already “She’s a gold digger,” “she doesn’t love him,” “is that his daughter?” For the past year that is all I have heard, every time we go out, always some sort of jealous Botox injected old hag judging our relationship. I keep my cool, all the time, I’m not some stupid girl he met at a bar. I stay quiet and smile; there was no point in arguing with the plastic bimbos.
“My lovely Angel lets go are you ready?”
“Yes, Robby just let me grab a purse.”
I’m not going to lie I was not attracted to him at first. I met him in my parents’ local restaurant, I was a waitress at the time. He tried to attract my attention every time he stepped foot into the restaurant. He tried for almost two years, two years going to the same restaurant, twice a week. I thought it was sweet, but someone else had the key too my heart, and I was too stubborn to give in.
Until one day that changed my whole life. I was having a very bad day, I had caught the one, who I thought was the love of my life, cheating on me with an older woman. He left me for a lady older than me! He tried to explain that once she dies he’ll have all her money and give it to me. I am not that kind of person, to believe a cheap excuse to sleep with someone else, so I left him.
Robert walked in the day after, he noticed I wasn’t in the best of moods. I didn’t do my makeup, or my hair, I was snappy with all my clients. I knew Robert was going to try and work his charm, but I wasn’t going to have any of it. I made my mother, who had become friends with Robby, serve his table. I hated the world that day.
At the end of my shift, my mom came up to me and handed a note. She told me she found it at the bar, it was address to me. It read “Meet me at Central park, by the tennis courts, next to the reservoir.” I was dumbfounded, who could have left this note. So I went, and to my surprise, Robert was waiting there, it was then I knew I should give him that chance….
As we walked up to the door I could hear the chit chat already. The entrance was beautiful. White drapes as you walk in, beautiful white flowers, in French vases. Gold ropes circled around the pillars, I designed it all. In the dining room, tables were covered with gold table clothes, and red table centers held white candles burning slightly.
Here we go again.
“Hi! Robert!” Said the old lady who badly wanted him.
“Hello Angel.” She said to me as she turned around and walked away.
“Babe why is she so rude? She just looks at me up and down with no shame!” I complained.
“It’s ok love who cares” he responded.
He was always ok. He was the happy type never let anything get to him. I could learn that from him. So the smile stays on my face, and we continue to walk in.
“O you look gorgeous!” Robert’s friend said stunned to me.
“Hey Matt calm down! She’s mine” Robert said.
Gosh they’re such kids. They continued to talk, as I walked away in search of drinks. It was going to be a long night. And I was not looking forward to the rest of the women who were going to show up. I told Robert they’ll be lucky if I don’t throw a glass at them, maybe I will. See here in The Hamptons, I’m the outsider “The Gold digger” is what I always overhear. I don’t know them by name, I met them once at another event Robert was hosting. I heard that’s what they called me and never cared to know of them.
I call them The Bitches. They are in their 40s, Robert’s friend’s wives. All snotty women injected with collagen and Botox. Seriously, they needed to get a life and stop knocking on me.
“Hi Angel.” One over the older ladies greeted me with a hug and a fake smile.
“Well hello, how is the nose?” I smiled, remembering a few months ago, I slammed a tennis ball in her face, while playing tennis. She walked away.
“Hey beautiful” Robert whispered into my ear. “I’m about to start my speech, but Mark and his wife Elaine are here lets go say hi remember them?’
“Not really” I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.
I knew them, of course I did, but Robby didn’t know that. Mark, the cheating son of a bitch. What a small world my life turned out to be. As I started to date Robert, he started to take me to places I’d never been to. Family vacations at St. Bart’s, weekend getaways in The Hamptons, beautiful places I’d only dream of. Once beautiful places that were ruined with the sight of Mark. Yes, that’s him, the lying trust fund baby, Robert’s best friend’s son, dating a woman older than me.
I’m not going to deny it, of course I’m jealous. I was with him for over 5 years. There are no feelings towards him, but I wouldn’t mind sticking a rusty nail through his eye. But with the sight of Robert’s wonderful smile, I forget that all happened, and feel a sort of humble feeling rush through my body.
He is such a sweet man..
“Well I’m sure you’ll recognize him.”
And of course I did, I could not stand Mark’s wife, she was short, and always wears dresses 3 sizes too small, and 10 times too long. She had buck teeth and saggy skin, no amount of plastic or Botox could help her look younger. She looks like a meth addict and I wouldn’t doubt it. She was only 30 and looked like a cracked out 40 year old. And she was the queen of bitches. Here attitude was always so mean, and cruel. She talked down to me.
“Hey Rob” Mark said. “How’s it going? Ready for your big night?”
“Yeah man ready to announce our engagement, can’t wait to hear the reactions. Hi Elaine.”
What I could never understand though, in the past two years was why Mark never said anything. Although he has written me secret love letters, he has seemed very happy for me and my Rob.
“Hello Robert.” She said touching his chin as she looked at me, than stared into my fiancé’s eyes. “How are you doing? Miss me much?” As she said this I looked at Mark, and Robert, who both looked at me in complete confusion.
I crossed my arms as she looked at me.
“Hello you ugly whore.” She said to me. Wow I thought, she’s asking for trouble. I imagined myself, pushing her, ripping her hair out, punching her in complete anger, not for calling me an ugly whore. But why the hell was she touching, MY fiancé, she had already stole Mark from me two years prior. What the hell does she want now! But I wasn’t one to start a scene, not one to ruin my love’s reputation. So I ignored her, and carefully spiked her red bull and vodka with dirty water.
After that I kept my eye on her, and was at Robert’s side the whole time. About an hour later Mark pulled me to the side.
“Angel, what are you doing??” He told me in some sort of panic voice. “You're making it obvious!”
“Making what obvious?” I replied so uncaringly, I was already on my fourth apple-tini.
“My plan Angel, remember I told you love.” That’s it, that’s when I knew I would have my revenge now. Yes I did remember, I remembered it clearly. Suddenly, it was like I hadn’t drank at all that night. I was relaxed, yet very thoughtful, I asked him to hold a second.
“Wait Mark let me make sure Rob and Elaine aren’t around.” I walked around as if I was looking for both, at the same time I texted my only friend at the party, the gay MC who was currently talking to another housewives’ husband…was he gay too? Wait never mind that I told myself. In a half drunken text of urgency, unsure of what the outcome would be I texted him: “Charlie I’m gonna call u rite now, go to the mic and put the fone to it” it read.
He looked at me and winked, I watched him walk to the stage..With I’m almost sure was his new boyfriend now. I walked back over to Mark, and pulled him outside into the patio and closed the door, no speakers around.
“Ok so what were you saying?” I asked while calling Charlie.
“Ok my love I love you and only you. Why are you marring that old man? I told you two years ago love, let me get the money out of that old hag. But your ruining it, she is so bitter to see her ex-husband with you she’s wasting away with the cocaine. I need to marry her before I taint that white shirt with meth.” He started to explain to me.
In a drunken dizzy slur I told him.. “Mark, me and you are through, I love Robert now, we’re getting marri-“
In an instant a drunken Elaine broke through the patio door.
“You lil shit!” She exclaimed, heading towards Mark. She started to beat the living day out of him. I sat on the bench and watched, it was all a blur, and all I saw was red. Robert came out and pulled me away…

2 days later, or was it?
As I wake up, in a daze, I see people around me; parents, my parents, my brothers and Mark.
“What is going on? Where am I?” Everything started to come back to focus. Mark was in holding my hand. I was in a bed, in a white room, with tubes here and there, what was going on, where was my Robby.
“Angel.” Mark said softly. “Your awake, you’re finally awake.”
“Wh- what’s going on??” I asked.
“You don’t remember my sweet Angel? We were in a car accident a week ago; a crazed, drunk old lady was speeding in a car with her ex-husband, and hit us. They both died a few days ago.
Thankfully you’re back and awake now.”

Was this all a dream?