Elegant Desire

An open hotel elevator on a late night. In it, stood my longtime first love and a middle-aged woman. I had dreamt of a romantic encounter with him, but all I felt now was betrayal. My first love had become a plaything for a wealthy, married middle-aged woman. My first love is not the kind of guy to commit adultery with some older married lady. My first love. I made up my mind to make him mine.