Fifty one

Hazel.

I gaze at my reflection in the mirror as Andrey zips up the red silky dress he chose for me. It hugs my curves just right, with a slit on the side adding a touch of allure. The sweetheart neckline adds a touch of elegance, and the red lipstick I'm wearing adds to the overall effect. There's no denying I look stunning in this dress.

"I can't resist you," Andrey comments, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. He presses a soft kiss to my neck, resting his chin there as we gaze at each other through the mirror. He notices the flicker of displeasure in my eyes, even though I try to hide it.

"She hates me... real bad," I begin, but he just chuckles softly.

"She'll have to learn to accept us. Our love isn't something that started to end," he says gently, his words sending a wave of excitement through me. I turn to face him fully.

"Do you think we'll be together forever?" I ask, feeling foolish even as the question slips from my lips.

"I believe we're destined to be to