Her slender hands finished the gold cigarette, the last traces of smoke about to disappear. She looked up into the immense mirror before her. The frame was of a brassy colour; throughout it were intertwined flower designs. Gazing deep into her own grey-blue eyes, she reviewed herself. Her long legs were wrapped in light blue jeans, gripping her all the way down to her new red shoes. She slightly adjusted her purple shirt and shaking off some loose sequins, her hands clinked with the sound of multiple bracelets around her wrists. After mending her curls, she stood still again. Ready Antoinetta? Show me your poker face. Antoinetta smiled and began to confidently stride down the long marble corridor. She reached a door on her right. Taking a deep breath she swung it open to look into what was supposed to be her party, but instead to a sea of blue and red lights with frantic faces. A police officer approached her,
“Antoinetta Alain?” He asked in a course voice. His face was large and square. Near his clef chin she noticed a few dry blood spots, probably from a rough shaver. In Antoinetta’s heels, he only just reached her height. The officer’s uniform appeared old, however had the markings she recognized to be the leader of their unit. Her eyes lead to his name badge, Sgt. Gregory Tomaston.
“Yes, I’m Antoinetta. What has happened?”
“You are under arrest for the murder of Jean Murri Claude.” Gregory spun her around, placing handcuffs tightly over her wrists.
“Jean?” She gasped in shock. “No, that’s not possible! I haven’t seen him in a week! What has happened? It wasn’t me!” Antoinetta struggled to face the sergeant but he held her back forcefully. “Save it for court, Miss Alain.” He grunted.
Antoinetta desperately scanned the vast room for her friends. She saw them, a group of four girls huddled together near a fireplace on the far side of the room. With her eyes she pleaded for their help, they simply looked down, tears streaming.