The Girls ClubChapter 8 The Aftermath
Anne Marie looked at herself through the mirror. Her black costume fitted her like a glove. Her whole appearance enhanced by her shoulder length blonde hair. She checked that her black silk stocking seams were straight, and now she thought. For the next few days, she must play the part of the grieving widow; at least in public. The telephone call this morning, had told her that her husband had died during the night. She was glad. Last night with Tony had been absolutely fantastic. But she...