Usually, the very idea of attending a masquerade ball would be enough to ruin my New Year’s Eve, but this one might be fun. Tonight will be the first time we’ve been out as a couple since Christmas Eve, and somehow that I’m going to have a mask to hide behind will, at least for now, make it easier for us to get along in public, even though everybody there will know who everybody else is.
We’re still only having the briefest of conversations, but hopefully after we’ve both had a couple of drinks, things will improve between us and we’ll be able to talk about our relationship and how we’re going to be in the new year.
Just the thought of dressing up has banished any jet lag, and as I’ve gone through my clothes that are only worn on special occasions, I’ve come to realise that how I’ve dressed, both on the outside and underneath, has always affected how I feel, and consequently how I’ve acted.
The New Year Resolution is therefore sorted: wear clothing that’s appropriate for a woman in charge.