A nations heart: Love in the White House

Chapter 3

Authors note:
Here's a new story :)
This is supposed to be sad, but since I'm more of a romance type, this might turn out worse than the other story. Sorry.
But anyway, have fun!
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It was a peaceful morning. The birds were chirping as the first rays of sunshine reached every corner of the city.
You were sitting on your little balcony, still sleepy so early in the morning. The coffee warmed your hands pleasantly and you clasped your hands tighter around the cup. This had always been your favorite part of the day. There was something very calming about watching the city and its inhabitants slowly awaken.  Today in particular you wouldn't have much time to relax, because today was the day you would do what had been on your mind for weeks. Today you would finally have the courage to break up with Kamala.
Not that your romance could be described as a stable relationship, but you had the feeling that there had to be a few words of closure.
These thoughts certainly gave your heart a twinge, but what had to happen, had to happen. You were fed up with always being second choice, always having to follow Kamalas plans and, above all, seeing her and Doug on every poster, every advertisement.
It was just as painful to think that it probably wouldn't affect Kamala as much as yourself. Over the last few weeks, you had increasingly gotten the feeling that she only saw your meetings, your contact and your intimacy as a sideline.
Groaning, you got up from your chair and entered the kitchen.
You spent the next two hours making everything about you perfect for one last meeting. Even though it was pretty mean, you wanted to look exactly the way Kamala liked it best. 'Let her see what she loses in me,' you muttered defiantly. You put on a deep-sea-blue suit with a tight-fitting white blouse under the jacket. You knew that this outfit emphasized all your curves, your long legs and broad shoulders. All this would drive Kamala crazy.
You kept it simple with the accessories. A thin gold necklace and pearl earrings, with matching bangles.
Your hair fell slightly wavy over your shoulders, shining in the sunlight. You wore dark eye make-up and used a dark-red lipstick. A few more drops of perfume and your masterpiece was complete.
You looked at yourself in the mirror in amazement. You hadn't looked this good for a long time. And if even you could see that... Then Kamala would (literally) fall to her knees when she saw you.
Satisfied, you gathered up your documents and picked up your key.
This was going to be a success, you were sure of it.
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Let's see what this is going to be ;) 
Hope you liked it!
Love,
O.