S O F I A
I looked at my husband who's still sleeping at our bed, it was now two in the afternoon. Jameson was also dead asleep, Irish told me while Papa and Uncle John was also asleep. Irish told me to inspect my husband's clothing or neck to see a kiss mark or something. And tada! I found glitters in his clothes. I told Irish about it and she told me to give an earful lecture to Zander.
"What'ya thinking about?" I heard his voice, he was now sitting his back to the headboard and was now rubbing hid temple. I narrowed my eyes into slits and grabbed his shirt from last night and threw it at his face. "What's your problem? My head hurts." He groaned and put his shirt away, I put my hands in my waist and leaned down until I was now face to face him.
"Why are there glitters in your shirt?"
