Chapter 20

I button up the fitted tuxedo jacket, its shawl lapels matching the black silk shirt; and take a look in the mirror. All black, to make me look thinner, it's a trick I've learnt long ago, and one I resort to whenever I feel bloated. Staring at the choice of bow and tie, I decide against either, settle for a simple silver chain with a minuscule pendant depicting a tiger. My mother gave me this, years ago; and though I seldom wear it lately, it's still my favourite piece of jewellery. Running suddenly shaky hands through my hair, I try to bring it to some sort of submission; it looks terrible. Should have accepted the offer of hairstylist and makeup artist, I look like shit.