It was Friday night. The Guilded Truffle was one of the classiest, no, the classiest restaurant in town. With it's black-tie dress code, spotless, pastel decor, walk in fireplace and fresh-faced staff of lean, muscular waiters and fairly busty waitresses, the establishment projected an image of beauty similar to that of an upscale New York hot spot. The waiters moved to and fro. Each of them rushing trays of warm meals and cold drinks to tables currently occupied by several twenty to thirty-somethings who were exchanging hilarious anecdotes, existential commentary and flirtatious looks as sultry music filled the background. Like a secret realm of fairies filling the air with their magickal light, the den was buzzing with the young crowd's positive energy. But, among all this brightness, rested a dark cloud.
Paige Rosenberg was twenty-two years old. She was also single, somewhat overweight, and very upset. "You'd think if somebody was going to chicken out on a blind date they would at least have the balls to call you!" But he didn't. Perhaps he would've, had he not been giving his ex-girlfriend, well, make that "girlfriend" the best sex of her life at that very moment. Sitting alone at a table meant for two, Paige glanced at her watch. "Nobody's ever this late. Nobody!" Being ditched was definitely not new territory for Paige. But, being ditched by someone she'd never even met, that was different. Twisting a lock of her black hair with the fingers of one hand and tapping the table with the other, the girl was growing more impatient by the minute.
She didn't exactly match the "Cover Girl" image of the girls in the restaurant. Her hair was long, thick and slightly curled, her elegant black cocktail gown was big enough to hide the love handles underneath, but not so large it could be mistaken for some sort of circus tent, her makeup job was adequate but not very glamorous, and clunky high heels that matched her dress and hair were somewhat school teacher-ish unlike the stilettos girls usually wear to these type of places. She may not have looked like what some would call "beautiful", but she didn't look half as bad as she felt. A housekeeper at a local hotel and still living in parent's house (where she usually spent her Friday night's watching Buffy reruns), Paige wasn't very lucky. Not in finance, friendship and certainly not in love.
Every so-called boyfriend she could remember had turned on her in one way or another. Each one a liar, cheater, or just plain asshole who hurt her in ways you couldn't imagine. "Why couldn't I have had a nice, sweet, caring boyfriend who just turns out to be gay like so many other girls ? With a "heartbreak hotel" history like this it was no wonder she never gave up her virginity. Not technically anyway. Surveying the room she took in the scene of happiness. Thin and gorgeous girls were laughing it up with their equally thin and equally gorgeous boyfriends. "Lucky", Paige thought. Groups of buddies were toasting glasses and having the time of their lives, "Lucky". A cute couple were leaning over to kiss each other across their table, "Lucky". A group of waiters were singing "Happy Birthday" to three smiling blonde teenage guys who were obviously triplets, "Lucky", and two male host's were gleefully flirting with each other, "Lucky".
As the cheeriness in the room grew so did her jealousy. She glanced over to her left side and noticed a bald gentleman with caramel skin who, propped on one knee, was proposing to his date. As Paige stared at the golden-haired woman who was beside herself with tears of joy as she hugged her man, one thought came to mind, "Lucky Bitch!" Paige couldn't stand it any longer. The whole scene was giving her a toothache. Grabbing her black leather purse, Paige quickly exited the restaurant.
Looking down at her feet, Paige walked down the stone walkway of the local park. It was a couple of hours later and she took the subway train across town. With the mood she was in, the last thing she wanted to do was put herself through more pain by walking all that way in heels. Back at the restaurant, she had kept telling herself how lucky everyone around her was. But maybe it wasn't that simple. Maybe she could be in charge of her own destiny.
Maybe she could make her own luck. Maybe if she searched the classifieds more she'd have the job she always wanted. Maybe if she were more outgoing she'd attract the friends wanted. Maybe if she exercised more she'd have the body she always dreamed of, maybe she'd find the man she always dreamed of. And, maybe if she walked to the park instead of taking the train, she'd have been close enough to hear the explosion as a gas line from underneath The Guilded Truffle ruptured, killing everyone inside.
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