Wine, a girls best friend. Here she was,party in full swing, glass in perfectly manicured hand,playing the good-time girl role to perfection . Giddy and rosy cheeked they laughed until their jaws ached.

She did her usual party gags and the all girls were in stitches. Dressed to kill with glossy chestnut hair that fell effortlessy around her designer clad shoulders, how they envied her life- young, free and single.

Time to go home now.Air-kissed cheeks and hugs exhancged,they left full of promise of the next girls night in.

She closed the door as the last guest left and stood a while hands pressed again the white oak. Silence echoed around the room.Slowly waking back to the room, she poured another glass of red and sat swirling it a while, staring into the maroon nothingness.

As she wiped her makeup off that night, the smile that was etched on her face faded. No-one here, no-one to impress, no-one cares. She was all alone. The mask she wore all evening fell as the washcloth with the remnants of her red lipstick on the cloth dropped to the floor.