Alex
While I waited for my wife, I sat on the edge of the plush velvet couch in our living room, my fingers idly tapping the armrest. The soft glow from the chandelier overhead cast a warm light on the room, but it couldn’t compete with the anticipation that lit up my eyes. I’d always been proud of my wife. Still, tonight, there was a bubbling excitement mixed with nervousness as I waited for her to finish dressing for the party. She had chosen something I suggested, and I couldn’t wait to see it.
I never thought she would be just like other women who take their time dressing up and doing her makeup. Knowing that made me think that she was doing it not only because of Mavie but because of me as well. Well, it’s not bad to think she was making herself beautiful because of me, right?
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