The Moment of Truth
Monica peered closely at the strip of negatives in her hands. At last! She thought. That fat bastard is going to get what he deserves! Normally, Monica was calm, cool and collected. People would look at her and think, Man, she really has it all together. Her self-confidence showed in her erect posture and the engaging way she had of looking at you, as if you were the center of the Universe. Now, however, she was sweating profusely and grinding her teeth. Her makeup need a touch up. A lock of her limp hair was plastered on her forehead. Little Miss All-Together was clearly out of sorts.
None of that mattered now. It had been a long wait, but soon Monica would have her revenge.
I love it!