Kara hadn't taken a shot of alcohol in months. She pressed her lips to the glass leaving a smeared stain of purple lipstick. She closed her eyes forcing a smile she didn't feel. Forcing contentment she hadn't felt in days... months. Her senses were becoming slower as her hands slid across the table from where she sat. Kara dropped her head against the glass. Her face contorted into a mask full of anger. 

“I'm tied up here Kara. We can do whatever you want tomorrow baby, I promise.” Marcus said softly into the phone as if he didn't want those around to hear his end of the conversation. 

“Our anniversary is today.” Kara pointed out checking the whine in her voice. She wasn't one to usually whine and stomp her feet when she didn't get her way, but her patience was thinning with Marcus and his lack of commitment when came to their marriage. 

"I told you I'd try Kara.” He said, voice tight. “Things on set got held back. I gotta stay here and finish before the deadline. You gotta understand.”

Picking at the fish with the knife firmly gripped in her hand, Kara bit her tongue at the words that threatened to spill forth; words that would cause another fight; words that sounded a lot like, shove that damn movie and deadline up your ass. But she refrained...again. 

"Kara?”

“Yeah I understand. Um," she cleared her throat. "Happy anniversary baby.”

“Happy anniversary.” There was a slight pause. Marcus exhaled into the phone before saying, “I love you.”

He sounded sincere and maybe a small part of her knew he was, but Kara was seeing red. She didn't reply deciding to hang up instead and stare down at the feast she’d prepared just for him.

Rising from the table, she blew out the candles and tied the silk robe tighter around her waist; Marcus bought this robe their last anniversary. Now the material felt itchy on her skin.

Kara chuckled wiping at the tear that slid down her cheek unwanted. She had it all set up. Surprise him at the door. Feed him, cater to whatever he asked and then dessert. He loved chocolate and she was up for letting him lick it off any part of her body. Now all she wanted to do was kick him till he saw stars.

Fifteen minutes after ten is what the clock read. The dinner sat cold on the table. She sipped from the wine glass eyeing their penthouse. They’d been married for five years. They moved in soon after they returned from their honeymoon. It felt cold with just her in it—-like a prison. 

Kara sat the glass on the table with a hard thump. She turned on her heel to the bedroom with the wind whipping at the edges of her robe. She was never one to feel cramped, to be docile and wait for a husband who she didn't completely trust. No, fuck him and his movie. This was suppose their night damn it!

“Forget his ass.” Kara mumbled snatching the closet door open. Pushing sweaters and blouses to the side her focus was on one thing. She would go out tonight and finally have some excitement. 

Be noticed.

She knew just what to wear.