Chapter 21

Unwillingly, I got ready on Saturday, wearing my black shirt and black waistcoat, rolling my sleeves to the elbow, watching my wife getting ready.

She wore the matching dress, doing her hair as I stared at her, not removing my eyes from her. She was smiling, applying her makeup, looking angelic.

‘How could I tell her she looks beautiful? In fact, when did she become this pretty?’ I thought.

Watching her intensely, covering my mouth as I opened the first two buttons of my shirt temptingly when she applied her lipstick, not noticing or she probably noticed.

Who knows?

“Argh. I can’t put this on. Can you help me?” She called after failing to secure her necklace.

Her hands were shaking slightly. Not daring to look into my eyes with a blush.

She noticed. She definitely did.

In these two months, I had known whenever I stared at her, she got flushed. It was my affect on her.

“Sure.” Clearing my throat, I rose from my seat and stood behind her. She was so small compared to me.

Securing the