Vanity Mirror
Rachel Valley
She spent hours getting ready, trying on three dresses and carefully examining the way she looked in each of them in front of the mirror (with the crack in it) hanging on her bedroom wall, discarding each one before returning to the first one and deciding that yes, that’s the one. She sat in front of that same mirror getting her hair just right and practicing the way she’d smile at him when she opened the door. She put on her makeup and thought about conversational topics; she did not want to be stuck talking about the weather. Finally she was ready, he knocked on the door, she smiled at him while reaching for her keys. He walked her to the car and opened the door for her, she looked up at him while he closed the door. And she knew already, didn’t she? She’d spent so much time, was so careful. But still, she had a minute, just one minute, while he was walking around the car to the driver’s side door, to check, to be sure that her hair was in place and her lipstick was on straight. No matter that she knew already. She had to check.
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