An inauspicious start to NaNoWriMo
The click of the lock made Nicolette jump. In the pristine marble bathroom, the echo was deafening, and the clatter of her sling-back high heeled sandals only added to her nerves as she scurried across the polished floor to the commode. The walls were entirely mirrored, reflecting the pale anguish of her face above the slimming black evening gown she wore. She had kept her hair down tonight, hoping to hide her neck from those in the room, but it hadn’t worked. Too many people had noticed the necklace and commented on it; she needed to be free of it once and for all.
Yeah, so I have a ways to go....