The Ladies Room Novels & Stories

she chimed into the group, offering her own thanks before disappearing up the stairs and to the upstairs bathroom. She took the steps two at a time, relieved when she made it safely to the bathroom with a swish of her bubble pink nightgown. She was just finished washing the suds off her hands when she heard a noise against the doorframe. Kaitlyn took a glance over her shoulder, surprised to see Jackson's frame leaned up against the door. She carefully studied the subtle movements of his body, the way his tipped his head at her without saying a word. She nearly fell into the sink when he stepped a few inches into the bathroom. His body towering infront of her as she fought back her buzzed, li

The woman took two steps backwards, the lady dressed in a whitecapron on a skimpy uniform held me by high hands leading me to another room, I followed them more confused than ever. “Where are we going?”. I asked, my eys scnningvtte room and every door they opened. The moment I stepped in, I froze. The bathroom is bigger than my whole apartment put together. It was well structured. Glass wall…. Good toilet and a complementary good tub… Clean water and more than five fluffy towels…. For a moment I just stood in one place, staring while the ladies set up the whole thing, the tub filled with extremely clean water, they threw red roses into the tub, lighting scented candles.

The shower was to be in one large bathroom with demarcations for each person. The total number of demarcations were 6. For each lady. Blue: what on earth I'm I going to do. Didn't mother put that in my instincts? Audrey : Blue here's a towel for you. The matron was sharing them Blue: (confused) uhmm, thanks Audrey : so undress and wrap it round your body and let's go to the bathroom Blue:(in thoughts) wrap it round my body? All the ladies were already undressing and Blue watched them. Then she understood

Maybe he didn’t care. The ladies’ room was tucked down a marble hallway lined with gilded mirrors. My heels clicked across the polished floor as I pushed the door open. Inside, everything was white and gold, as pristine as a museum. Scented candles flickered along the countertop, casting dancing shadows across the sinks. I stepped into one of the stalls and locked the door behind me. For a moment, I just stood there, my forehead resting against the cold metal, breathing in shallow little gulps like I was trying to swallow my own panic.

Avery said with a forced smile, and Damian nodded. She wasn’t sure if she’d quickly find her way to the restroom but thankfully, it wasn’t that hard to locate since it was at a corner away from the hall. Avery walked in, ignoring the chatter of the woman walking out of the luxurious ladies room filled with exquisite amenities. There was even a makeup redress corner. Avery walked over to the sink and turned the tap on; she had nothing to do in the restroom, but it was the only place that offered the escape she craved.

No one stared at her and she was grateful for that. Finally, she got to the ladies' restroom. Pushing the door open, she let herself in and nodded politely at an old lady dressed to the nines. The woman returned her gesture with a smile before letting herself out. The restroom was properly lit and squeaky clean. Everything seemed to twinkle. From the white marble walls to the wash hand basins attached to the wall below clear mirrors lining the western wall to the fancy stalls lining the restroom. Anna walked to the wash hand basin and dropped her purse on the counter before twisting the faucet and letting the water pour onto her hands.

“We’re going to the bathroom. Girl talk time. We’ll be quick, promise.” They left the men to continue their discussion and walked down the short hallway to the ladies room, heels clicking sharply on the polished marble floor, door closing behind them with a soft but firm sound that echoed slightly in the empty space. Inside the brightly lit bathroom with large mirrors covering every wall and gleaming marble counters under the overhead lights, they stood at the sinks retouching makeup side by side, voices low but full of frustration and dark scheming that bounced off the tiled surfaces in hushed tones.

Evelynn responded just before her attention was called by someone else. "You might want to check the restroom, maybe," Evelynn called over her shoulder as she left. "Maybe," Lily mumbled, turning to head towards the ladies. When she got there, Liora and Betty were already at the entrance. "Looks like we all came up with the same verdict," Lily said with a smile. They entered into the restroom. It was a large room with several mirrors lining the wall. "Check the stalls," Liora instructed. From the first to the last, they checked, and it was empty.

"Anytime.” I slip back inside. The hallway to the ladies’ room is quieter, away from the main buzz. Long corridors, soft golden lights from the wall sconces, mirrors everywhere reflecting me looking like I’ve been through a war. My heels click on the marble. I dodge a waiter carrying tiny crab cakes that smell amazing, pass a couple whispering in a corner with their champagne. Push open the fancy door to the ladies’ room—crystal counters, plush stools, even an attendant handing out mints. I splash water on my face, dab concealer under my eyes, fix the mascara, and reapply lipstick. There. Back to looking like I belong here. Like nothing happened.

“Since the ladies are gone, how about we hit the bar?” I didn’t hear Zane’s reply, but I could guess. He never liked leaving me for long. The restroom had three stalls and three sinks. Enough, usually. Not tonight. More than a dozen women filled the space, some waiting, some gossiping, some hogging mirrors to reapply lipstick. Perfume mixed with powder and alcohol in the air. It felt less like a restroom, more like a lounge. A woman dabbed a red stain on her green gown, muttering under her breath. Another group laughed over something whispered too low to catch. The line crawled forward.