What do you wear to meet your lover's lover on an August summer's evening that calls for light clothes, light make up. Lightness? When all you want to do is hide away alone and allow your thoughts to rise in the darkness as you try to work out what just happened. She is on her way, in a taxi, to my house. She is wearing a fitted black fifties repro dress, red hot lipstick and is carrying a bottle of Veuve Cliquot. Can you imagine a more glamorous or confident image than this?
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