For Trifecta Writing Challenge Week 47. The prompt: Black: 3rd definition: dressed in black
Her costly black dress shimmered. So what? Everyone was dressed in black. Even the house was dressed in black. Matte black granite in the kitchen, black marble in the bathrooms, black velvety fabric on the low lying sofa, and black canvas chairs with skinny black legs that looked as if they might crumble when you gave them your weight.
She would fire her agent, she decided. How could mingling with no one at this party in the Hollywood Hills help her career? She recognized the douchebag that was her director at the TV shoot for a new-fangled mop that magically transformed your kitchen floor into a sterile environment with little effort. Her role required her to mop around a handsome man who smiled at her in such a way that proclaimed to the audience how proud he was of his wife for mopping the goddamn floor. The director had her circle him so many times she was dizzy by the end of the shoot. She’d asked the handsome actor why you never saw a man mop the goddamn floor.
The sky was the color of slate. Soon it would be black, but would not shimmer with stars. Too much light pollution to see the stars. Unless you considered these pretty bodies dressed in black to be stars. “You’re just succumbing to envy,” her agent had said. “When you have your breakthrough you will feel very different about it all.” She would not wait until tomorrow to fire her agent.
She untied the black fabric at her waist. Her dress fell open. She lifted it from her shoulders; it slid to the floor in a whisper. Her black bra and boy short panties came next. She left them in a heap on the black and white checked tiles. A few appraising glances from women followed her as she strode around the pool. No doubt some believed she’d been hired for the occasion. For the most part, since she was no one, no one noticed.