Distraction

Broken hearts and preparations

The white bright lights along the edges of the huge makeup mirror table were shining dazzling, lightning the dark dressing room, making long shadows on the walls from the objects around, reaching every corner. She was sitting at the table with her both hands on the sides of her head and staring at the reflection of her face in the mirror. For what seemed like the millionth time that evening, an irritated sigh left her lips, revealing her tiredness. But Robyn did want to think about reasons.

The woman in the mirror in front of her seemed flawless. She had to admit, her stylists' crew did an amazing job with that night's look: black raven hair in loose curls, dark lips with an aquamarine sparkling reflection, matching eyeshadows and white stardust highlight on her cheeks. Along with her silver glittery short mini dress with straps and an oversized satin bomber jacket that was loosely hanging on her shoulders, she looked sexy and rebellious. Just like she wanted that night.

She knew that the secret wasn't in the outfit, though. Her dress wasn't tight around her curves and the heels on her legs were only middle high. It was her emerald eyes that spoke of danger and studying them in the reflection carefully, she knew that she would be able to make that night just like she wanted it. Screw that asshole.

Her phone vibrated on the table next to her but she made no movement. Right, just when she decided to screw him, he reminded of himself once again. But that was becoming a boring repetition of the same plot. He called to say that he was sorry because eventually, he was cheating and thinking that she was too stupid to notice. Why was he like that? Why did he think she deserved it? Why the hell he thought it would end like nothing happened? The questions appeared in a habitual manner in her mind but she quickly dispelled it. Whatever, whatever, whatever.

She needed a distraction. Something like a good one-night stand to forget about that annoying name on the display of the ringing phone that was giving her a headache. She wasn't even that hurt this time. She just felt irritated, bored, uninterested with the situation. He couldn't even think of the more creative way to ruin everything. Just slept with some stripper from the nearby club. For the first time, thinking about him, she knew she despised him. In fact, she was absolutely disgusted.

That was the reason Robyn wanted to forget about everything. That was the reason for dressing up and that was why she was so eager to leave to attend the party. What a convenient thing it was that in New York there were plenty of clubs where she could find a perfect distraction. That night she didn't even have to look for one. She was already invited, even though she didn't know the host of the party that well. All she heard was that he was somehow connected to Interscope and to be honest, she didn't care about further details. The distraction is all that matters.

The phone stopped ringing finally and she decided to ignore it for the entire night. He would probably send a bouquet of roses to her hotel room but that was so cliche that she forgot that thought right after it came to her mind. He could even show up at her door but that wouldn't have changed anything. It would have only made him look pitiful. Leaning back at her chair lazily, she smiled suddenly, raising her chin a little, watching herself in the mirror. Every detail of her body in the clear reflection screamed that he didn't deserve her. No, no, no, dear, I'm not a little stupid girl you would fool every time, you miscounted. I'm gonna completely forget your name tonight.

'Riri? Are you ready?' she heard a knock on the door, it opened slowly, and the familiar head of her assistant, Sally, popped out of it with a small smile.

'Yeah, come in' Robyn answered simply, drawing her attention to Sally completely. It was enough mirror staring for today. Tonight she promised herself to be only stared at. Otherwise, what's the point?

'You look stunning today' Sally smirked playfully in a habit of hers. Though, Robyn suspected Sally knew what was up and what that dressing up was all about. Thank God Sally was smart enough not to ask questions. That's why she was always well-paid. 'The girls are waiting for you near the door. Should I let them in?'