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what was needed. He returned with two boxes.
    “These are your contact lenses and a bottle of saline solution for the care of both the lenses and your eyes. I think the monthly disposable will suit you best,” he explained. “You can have them in different colors too if you prefer.”
    “I like the color of my eyes,” she said.
    “Good, so do I which is why I have the clear ones.” He spent time coaching her on how to insert and remove the tiny frail pieces of silicon.
    Phoebe found it easy to insert and take out the lenses but she wasn’t prepared for the difference she saw when she held the mirror in front of her face. “Wow. Just….wow!”
    “You are very attractive. I wondered why a young lady like yourself would choose such thick, ugly glasses.”
    “It’s a long story. Let’s say I’m finally in charge of me.”
    She thanked the kind man and left the store feeling like a totally new woman. An attractive exciting woman.
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    Phoebe lined her eyes with black kohl, thickened her lashes with black mascara, brushed on blusher and liberally applied lipstick to her plump lips. She brushed her wavy hair until it shone and clipped it up on each side of her ears.
     
    Studying herself in the mirror, Phoebe smiled.  I actually look pretty. She wore the blue dress, the first one she had tried on. She had a feeling it was to become her favorite. Could it be altered when she lost weight? She’d cross that bridge when she came to it. On her feet were the strappy high heeled sandals, they made her rather short, chubby legs appear slimmer and longer.
    She left the bedroom and collected her purse, removed her keys from a hook by the front door and left the apartment. After ensuring her door was locked, the keys were dropped into her purse and she waited for the elevator to take her downstairs. She was looking forward to celebrating her new life.
    Xylax was busy but Phoebe wasn’t concerned, she had a booking.
    “May I help you?” the young man at the front entrance desk asked.
    “I have a booking for 7pm. Phoebe Rogers.”
    The young man scanned the page of a book which sat on the desk in front of him. He lifted his eyes to her. “I’m sorry, Ms. Rogers but we don’t appear to have a booking for you.”
    “But, I phoned early this morning and was told my table was booked.”
    An older man joined the young staff member. Phoebe thought he was probably the manager. “Can I help you?” he asked.
    “I phoned this morning and made a booking for 7pm tonight. My name is Phoebe Rogers. This young man said he can’t find my booking.”
    He searched the page for Phoebe’s name and then turned over to another. “Aah, here you are. Your booking is for tomorrow night.”
    “But, I asked for tonight and was told the booking was made,” she protested.
    “I’m very sorry but we have nothing tonight. As you can see, we’re very busy.”
    “Marcel, the lady will join us.”
    Phoebe recognized the deep voice and her legs trembled. Us? She spun around to find Alistair standing behind her. He was holding hands with another man! Her stomach dropped to the floor. Why is that man familiar?
    Realization dawned. It was the man from the steps of the court house. The one who had prevented her from tumbling back down. What was his name? Mike, Flynn…..Linc! It figured. The two men she had felt an unusually strong attraction to were obviously a couple.
    Alistair placed his hand under her elbow and encouraged her to follow Marcel as he led them to a table. A very private table, off to one side at the rear of the room. It was obvious, Marcel was familiar with the men.
    Linc pulled out a chair and asked her to sit.
    Phoebe felt trapped in a daze. Everything seemed surreal. What were the chances of her running into Linc again?
    The men sat opposite her and Marcel handed them each a menu before handing Linc the wine list. The man then left them to make their decisions.
    “You look gorgeous, Phoebe,” Alistair