Round One, Proserpina Delano

Proserpina

The sound of Lucien roaring at someone in the corridor alerted us to his arrival and I tensed. But Schwartz held my arms, gently stroking them with his thumbs and I knew what he was trying to say; stay calm.

Our eyes were on the door as my husband strode in. His eyes, grey like cold steel, narrowed as they rested on me and I saw his jaw tighten. But it was the woman who traipsed behind him who caught my attention.

Britney. With the startlingly blonde hair that came from the mixture of chemicals in a bottle, she looked hard-faced and unpleasant, her lips thinning as she looked at me.

Once she had been one of my husband’s favourite wh*res, I thought grimly

Her clothes were inappropriate, to say the least. A fire engine red outfit with a sweetheart neckline and a built-in push-up bra with padded cups that made her breasts thrust out in an awkward way. The asymmetric high-low hem with visible boning details that add silhouette-defining structure and adjustable self-ties spaghet