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Mizner Park was bustling with after-hours activity as Madeline
searched for a parking spot, noticing the throng of everyday
"supermodels" with artificial cleavage and size-two figures as well as the
impeccably dressed GQ wannabes exuding palpable conceit and
pomposity. While she thoroughly enjoyed hanging out at this Spanishstyle
plaza with its plethora of outdoor cafés, upscale boutiques and
beautiful fountains enhanced by flawless landscape design, she had little
patience for the pretensions of most of its inhabitants.
Though looking pretty stylish herself in an ivory and brown pantsuit
her mother had sent to her, Maddy's insecurities had only intensified since
learning of Ken's engagement. In fact, she was running late now as a
result of agonizing over her appearance for nearly an hour in the
bathroom mirror. After several wardrobe changes, she'd finally decided
on the billowing slacks and coordinating sleeveless blouse that tied in the
back and buttoned down the front in a tasteful, but sexy V-neck.
Despite the oppressive humidity, she'd decided to wear her hair loose
after vigorously brushing it upside down. And doing her Mom proud,
she'd remembered to paint her lips with a lovely shade of rosy gloss,
setting off her artful make-up application. On her ears she wore her big,
gold hoops, opting to forego any other accessories, save for her
grandmother's engagement ring on her right hand. Nanny had left it in
her will for her six year-old namesake, who'd been devastated by her
sudden death 21 years earlier. It was an heirloom of immeasurable
sentimental value, a cherished, white-gold trinket Maddy guarded with
utmost care.
Satisfied with her appearance after one final inspection in the mirror,
she'd grabbed her car keys and her quilted evening bag, and excitedly
headed out the door.