I looked at the girl in the mirror. She was me.Her face was pale, both from nervousness and the foundation I wore. Therewas a scant trace of pink on m... cheeks. My lips were a slash of redcolor. My blue eyes were lined, dusted with shadow, and my lashes werecaked in mascara. Diamond studs glittered in my ears."Stand up."I did as the woman said. My ballgown style wedding dress rustled softlyas I stood."Just look at you."I could see more of myself in the mirror now. My white dress ballooneddown to. You know it, your wife knows it, and I sure as hell know it. So, no. But do give her my best, really,” I said.I wheeled back and went to the register to pay. I was feeling okay. Lance cluing me early on allowed me to settle down before the senior Hardy had shown up to make his pitch. The good doctor left me alone. I knew I’d likely be visited again, maybe by Penelope, or maybe both of the women, but I wouldn’t talk to them, not about anything meaningful. I was done with them.“Oh boy, he isn’t. He simply couldn’t understand the high levels of public interest in what was fast becoming a rumour of legendary proportions. Even the Grand Council, full of the oldest, most soft-minded barons he could possibly appoint to its ineffectual cadre, were full of idle questions about the subject.Why not permit Arrik to waste his time and energies on this tomfoolery? What harm could it do? It also, the Count thought, it presented an opportunity that he had long been waiting for.“Very well,” he. She could feel her pectoral muscles under her breasts tightening under her sports bra and Hebrew University sweatshirt. The slight burning felt good as she expanded her physical limits. One more set and then she would stretch and cool down, followed by a shower, and then a quick walk across the street to her apartment and then Dan should be in his hotel . . . “Shalom, Dafna,” said a voice to her side. Dafna blinked and turned her head. Upside down, she saw a face she recognized. “Hola, Amit,”.