By the time the clock had stroked eight I was drowning in my second thoughts, although, I was already dressed.
Denzel was yet to arrive home, and I hope that he came after I left so then he wouldn't have to ask where I was going.
Unfortunately wishes don't come true and instead I see the headlights of Denzel truck pull up into the driveway.
"Damn it Meera."
I thought she would've been here already.
All dressed in a pretty brown dress, complemented with words written all over it, I had on a green wig that Meera had brought over for me earlier. I paired it with some glass heels and lightly beat my face.
I took a deep breath before heading downstairs.
Denzel stood in the living room, staring at a paper on the coffee table while removing his watch. He looked absolutely handsome as usual
