They met every year -- but this year would be different

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Eve looked her reflection in the eyes and smiled.

The dress was perfect. Just a little slinky, just a little flashy with its silken shimmer, but not so much as to scream 'look at me,' even if that was precisely what she wanted to shout.

"It will be enough," she reminded herself, just like she did every year. And just like every year, she marveled at the difference another year of preparations made to her appearance.

Mitchell's eyes were going to bug out of his head when he saw her, she already knew that. She could already see it in her mind's eye, that mixture of surprise, amusement, and hunger he wore each time they went out. It was enough to cause a pleasant thrill to wash through her, one that left two very obvious signs in the thin material covering her breasts.