Melissa
Even Dean can’t hide how impressed he is when I tell him I’m on again for this evening. He makes me dinner as I search through my wardrobe, scouting for something vaguely suitable that Mr Henley hasn’t seen me in already.
It’s no good. I’ve got nothing super dressy other than the red and pink I bought especially, and so it’s done. A choice is taken out of my hands.
I’m going to have to go by myself this evening.
I hope that the floral patterned tunic dress is enough. It’s not fitted or fancy, but it’s pretty. At least I think so.
I give Joe his bath before I leave, playing with his floating boat toys amongst all the bubbles and lather. He laughs as one capsizes and it makes me laugh too.
I love how he smiles. I love how his eyes sparkle. I love how happy he is.
I tell Dean s
