That's a Job for a MILF 39.3

As Suzanne realized it was almost time to act, she decided to go to the bathroom to retouch her makeup. That was a curious situation. She kept telling herself that her life as a woman was coming to an end, but the truth was that she was still deeply immersed in every aspect of her femininity. The idea of being on a stage in front of so many people without first making sure that her face was flawless seemed disturbing to her. 

Old habits die hard, someone would say… Or maybe it meant something else.

Once she got to the bathroom, Suzanne approached the large mirror and took some cosmetics from her purse. Checking her own face closely, she noticed that her eyes and lips demanded some attention. Then, wasting no time, she grabbed her eyeliner and started working. 

Suzanne was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't notice it when another woman entered the bathroom, and stood right next to her. She only realized that she was no longer alone when the other woman started sniffing softly. 

"Is everything alright, my dear?" Suzanne asked, while she applied the eyeliner, without taking her eyes off her own reflection. 

"Thank you, I'm fine, Ma’am" said the other woman, who obviously wasn't exactly fine. 

Suzanne sighed. She definitely didn't have time to comfort someone right now. She tried to just ignore the other woman, but this became impossible when that inconvenient person began to weep copiously, which made Suzanne feel compassion for her. 

Dammit, Suzanne cursed herself for being such a softie. But that woman sounded like a young one, which was just too much for Suzanne's maternal instinct. She simply couldn’t resist it…

"Take a look at my purse, my dear" she said, now applying new layers of mascara to her eyelashes. "You will find some tissues there. Then, try to calm down and tell me what's going on."

"Thanks. You’re very kind, Ma’am" the other woman said, wiping her eyes. "But really... There's nothing so serious going on. I don't know why I am acting like such a fool."

"Now, now, don't lie to me, sweetie. I know very well when someone needs to vent about something. You'll understand this when you reach my age. So just tell me what's plaguing your heart. Forgive me for not being able to look at you all the time as you speak. I need to keep my eyes on the mirror if I want to look at least reasonably presentable when I’m done if my makeup... This is something else you will understand when you got older, unfortunately " she added, making the other woman giggle for the first time. 

"Don't say that, Ma'am. You’re so beautiful!"

"Oh, aren't you such a doll? Please, call me just Suzanne. You don't want to imply that I am an old lady, do you? Now tell why you are here crying instead of being out there enjoying the party."

"Well..." the other woman started, reluctantly. "The thing is... I've been seeing someone for a few weeks. Nothing serious happened so far... I told him I wanted to take it slowly. But tonight... Well...  He told me he wants us to become a real thing. Gosh, he even said that he loves me..."

"Well, isn't all this amazing? I can’t see why you are so sad, my dear. Is there something wrong about this young man? Don't you like him?"

"You don't understand, Ma'am... I mean, Suzanne... No, there's nothing wrong about Noah, quite the opposite! He's so sweet and gentle... He treats me so well… And I think I truly am starting to fall for him..."

"Then it's all good, isn't it? I still don't see the problem."

"The problem is that I'm engaged to another man!"

"Ohhh!" Suzanne exclaimed, surprised. "Now this is getting exciting... Yes, this can indeed be a problem, my dear. But you told me you've been going on with this Noah for a few weeks now. Where's that other gentleman? The one you're engaged to?"

"This is where things get even more complicated" the young woman said, about to starting crying again. "My fiancé left the city many, many months ago. He didn't explain to me why he had to do this, but he assured me that he would be back soon and then I would understand everything. But he didn't come back as he promised." 

"Has he ever contacted you during this time?" Suzanne asked, now putting on her lipstick, with a vague sense that that story seemed oddly familiar. Were it not for the fact that she was so focused on what she was about to do that night, she might have already understood what was really going on there…

"No, not even once!" the young woman cried out, getting angry. "And that's not all, Suzanne. He’s is suspected of doing something very wrong. By now he is already considered a fugitive, and everyone doubts he will ever return. People close to me keep trying to convince me to forget about him. They say he’s not worth it… That's why I started seeing Noah in the first place. But... Well, I'm still not sure I am doing the right thing."

Upon hearing that, Suzanne couldn't help it but thought about her past experiences. First her late husband… It was true she had never been married for real, but the story of that damn diary of her supposed life was so ingrained in her mind that it felt real, and her anger was completely legitimate. Then, there was Mr. Hill, who had pretended to love her when in fact he just wanted some kind of fuck doll. She was tired of being deceived and used by men, and she felt that this young woman was going through the very same situation. Suzanne couldn't let this happen. She just couldn’t…

"I'm going to tell you what I think, my dear" she said, checking her face for the last time to make sure she had done a good job on her makeup. "I've been in your shoes before. Once again, I have to say that one learns a thing or two over the years… I think your friends are right. Your so-called fiancé is not worthy of you. I don't know if he's a criminal or not, but let's face it. If he really cared about you, he would have tried to see you, even if it meant he would go to jail after that! But he didn't even call you… Why should you waste your time waiting for someone who obviously isn’t that concerned about your well being? You can do so much better... So just go find Noah and tell him that you accept to be his girlfriend. That's the right thing to do, and..." 

Suzanne stopped talking suddenly. At that very moment, she had finally turned to look at the young woman beside her. Her mouth opened in a mute scream, and she was sure that her heart skipped a beat or two. The woman in front of her... the woman to whom she had given such an advice… was none other than Julie, her own fiancée.