Masks

She tore the mask off her face and laid it on the table in the foyer as she made her way to the study where Max was waiting for her. “How dare that man!” she said under her breath.

Laila and Max were attending the Mayor’s annual soiree, the Mardi Gras Ball. Everything seemed to be going well. Each were having a good time mingling with New Orlean’s VIP’s and the celebrities that made their way to the cajun city. Laila hob-nobbed with the likes of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie while Max found himself schmoozing with Mayor Joe White and his cronies. Then everything seemed to go wrong.

The music cranked up to the sounds of Harry Connick, Jr. as he took center stage. Surrounding him was a full orchestra and a five piece band. Being that it was a special event, there was even a dance floor in front of the stage to allow those that felt so inclined to cut up the rug as Harry played on. Laila did but not with Max. Mr. Pitt asked her to dance and she didn’t hestitate but for a split second as she waited for Angelina’s approval. There was Laila and Brad all dressed up in their Mardi Gras garb complete with sequined masks of gold and purple dancing to Harry’s version of “Come Dance with Me” as Max stood in the shadows watching.

Laila and Brad were stealing the floor as they swayed back and forth to the music. Everyone was watching them and clapping, even Angelina who stood to the side talking to an unknown female guest. But, Max…he wasn’t having any more of it. His wife was not their to grab the attention of the those in the know. He was. Yet, there Laila was dancing, laughing, enjoying herself, and obviously the center of attention while he had yet to strike a deal with the Mayor, which was the only reason for his attendance tonight.

Max put his drink on a nearby table and strolled out to the floor heading straight for Laila and Brad.

“Laila, we are going home now!” he commanded as he grabbed her left hand.

Laila was taken aback. “Excuse me but I believe she and I were in the middle of this dance,” Brad calmly responded back as he placed his right hand on the small of her back.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are but I have news for you. Laila’s dance has ended,” Max turned to face Laila again as he pulled her away from Brad. Before Laila could do anything, they were out the door and on their way to their vehicle.

Laila didn’t say a word. In fact, she was so mortified, she kept silent while she let him rant and rave yet again about the “why’s” and “how come’s” and everything else he felt he needed to unload on her. She was used to it by now.

When they arrived home, she stayed in the car while he made a beeline for the study. Laila knew it was now her turn to vent but she wanted to let him have one swig of his cognac before she did so. Tonight, she was ready to fight. This had been going on long enough!

Laila exited the car and headed up the front stairs wishing that this night had never come. It was time to tell Max she was leaving and the only way she could do it, was if she went after him with the same gusto as he did her just a few minutes earlier.

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My take on today’s Sunday Scribbling prompt “Masks” (http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com).

Smiles,

TQF
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4 Responses to “Masks”
  1. forgetfulone says:

    Ah, there you are my friend! How goes life? Miss ya down here in the HEAT!

  2. forgetfulone says:

    Ah, there you are my friend! How goes life? Miss ya down here in the HEAT!

  3. paris parfait says:

    Interesting take on the prompt – a reminder that everyone has their limits and once they’re pushed beyond that there’s no going back.

  4. paris parfait says:

    Interesting take on the prompt – a reminder that everyone has their limits and once they’re pushed beyond that there’s no going back.

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