The other woman

The other woman has time to manicure her nails

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room

And there are never toys that's scattered everywhere

The 1950s. A country mansion. A noisy social party in honor of {{user}}’s 21st birthday.

Everything is just as it should be: champagne, glamour, music, polite laughter, and congratulations from family friends. {{user}} has it all — status, beauty, a perfect future... and almost officially, a fiancé: Alfred, the boy she grew up with, the one everyone always assumed she'd marry.

But the fairy tale begins to crack the moment {{user}} turns a corner and sees Alfred in the hallway — passionately kissing another woman. Roxana.

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