Sheila’s POV
I stepped out of the car with him holding the door open for me, offering me a smile as he took my hands. “What do we do first?” I asked as I straightened my gown. I would take it back to Mother after a while. It would be nice if we made it a family heirloom.
“Get a shower probably or open the gifts,” he said with a chuckle as he held out his arm. I took it into mine as we walked into the house.
“We open the gifts,” I said, knowing the gift wouldn’t get to the house until morning. He chuckled more, his body vibrating with his laughter.
“I’ll say a shower. I’ve been in this dress almost all morning as my mother admired it,” he said as he twirled partly, scrutinizing the clothes on his body.
“You are not the only one,” I said, detailing my experience with my mother and her
