https://Voice.club - Wrong Choice (Part 1)
I pause at my reflection; the ornate mirror handed down from Great-Grandma Anna doesn’t lie. A sharp contrast from years ago…
A lifetime ago, I was an energetic, wild young woman that craved the nightlife. There were select clubs to my liking.
My given name, Abigail, was prudish. Libby became my chosen name. Unique, like me.
Upon entering a club, I was hyperfocused on finding a man.
The chance of meeting such an intriguing prospect was all I could wish for.
My friend Linda and I made our way to the bar. It was a packed house. An attractive man gave up his seat for me. Upon meeting, an offering of a cocktail was accepted. Throwing back a whiskey, it burned its way down. My chest radiated.
I could sense he was nervous. A fake laugh at his stupid joke was all I could muster. I became bored with this one.
Searching for love…
So it happened this spring evening, or so I thought.
There he was, at the other end of the double-bevel marquetry bar. I was in awe of both him and the craftsmanship.
Concurrently, we locked eyes. I was drawn to him instantly!
My eyes called for him. He smiled coyly, slowly advancing towards me.
We introduced ourselves. Lee’s movie star appearance had me weak at the knees. I felt this unexpected pull. His dark wavy hair, smoldering blue eyes, and velvet-smooth complexion were overwhelming.
Sizing him up, his body didn’t disappoint—what a turn-on!
My hand tingled as he lifted it into his.
Lee guided me gently towards the dance floor. I felt special. This strikingly handsome guy chose me.
The music is blaring; mesmerized by each other, we are moving in sync to every beat.
As the music slowed down, I was pulled against his body, too tight.
His mouth grazed my ear, whispering softly, “Angela, I’ve missed you, my love.”
“My name is Libby. Who are you talking to? Who the hell is Angela?”