SHE LOOKED PENSIVELY at her reflection. The mirror, a gaudy, elaborately ornate, gold encrusted behemoth, almost too large for the room. A room equally bedecked in over the top ornate gold furnishings chosen for their blatant display of wealth rather than any style. The overall effect tacky rather than classy. It had been eighteen months since that soul crushing day when her ridiculous, orange hued dinosaur of a husband had done the unimaginable, the impossible and had completely ruined her life, forever. One summer down and hopefully only three to go, Melania thought to herself. She never saw it coming.