“Good evening, Sir, Ma’am,” the older woman greeted us warmly when she met us at the door of Vincent’s house. She was probably in her fifties.
I smiled and greeted her back.
“Good evening, Lourdes,” Vincent greeted the housekeeper with a smile.
I noticed he was warm with her and seemed to respect her. I smiled. At least there was one good thing about Vincent.
“She’s Ella. My wife, Lourdes,” Vincent introduced me, still smiling.
I was surprised because he introduced me as his wife. I glanced at him secretly. And for a second, something lightened in my chest when I heard the word _wife_ from his mouth.
“Your wife is so beautiful, Sir. Good thing she graduated already. She can live here with you now,” the older woman said to Vincent with a smile while looking at me.
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