“Well?” Claire asked nervously.
“You didn’t see yourself yet?” I asked, trying to hide my delight.
“N…no. Is it…is it OK? What do I look like? It’s driving me crazy! The only things I can see are my nails!”
I frowned, looking worried. “Hmmm. I think we have a problem.”
Even Sven looked worried now.
“As I see it, I’m not sure how I’m going to fight off all the guys out on the street when they see you. Dammit – I should have brought some pepper spray!”
Sven laughed with relief.
“Let me look, for goodness’ sake!” Claire wailed.
Sven pulled off one of the sheets that covered a wall mirror. Claire gasped, and put her hand to her mouth.
“See what I mean?” I asked her. I gently held her shoulders and kissed her neck. “You’re a knockout. You always were in my eyes – but do you see it too
