To the world, she was the siren. She was the one with the French manicures and the silk slips, always ready with a glass of scotch and a soft place for him to land when the weight of his "real" life became too heavy. She never asked about the children's school plays. She never complained about the late-night departures or the sudden silences.
But as the car pulled up to the side entrance, Lana caught her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyes looked tired, shadowed by the very glamour she used as armor. Lana Del Rey - The Other Woman (Lyrics)
The streetlights in the hills didn't glow; they shimmered like damp pearls against the velvet black of the canyon. Lana sat in the back of the town car, her lace gloved fingers tracing the condensation on the window. She wasn't going home. She was going to the hotel room that smelled of expensive cologne and a life that didn’t belong to her. To the world, she was the siren