Graduation day had finally arrived
Malmaison Oxford Castle a fancy hotel Marcus and his wife were in already jerking with excitement.
Marcus was already up.
“Where’s my tie?” he muttered, pacing around the hotel room.
His wife sat on the edge of the bed, watching him with a small smile.
“It’s literally in your hand,” she said.
Marcus paused.
Looked down.
“…Right.”
She laughed softly.
He moved to the mirror, trying to fix the knot.
Once.
Twice.
Still wrong.
“Honey,” he said, slightly frustrated, “we need to hurry or Nia is actually going to kill us if we don’t show up.”
His wife stood, walking over to him.
“Relax,” she said, gently adjusting the tie with practiced ease.
“There,” she added. “Perfect.”
Marcus looked at himself.
“Yeah?” he asked. “I look okay?”
She smiled.
