Clara spent some time on bed and grudgingly stood up to go to the bathroom. Why did it have to be Dylan who woke her up in the morning? Well, he was her husband, she thought to herself. But Clara felt that he was too impossible and she really couldn't love him the way she always thought she would love the man she would marry. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She hadn't changed all through the years. Even before she married Dylan, she thought that she looked less beautiful. Money and good loving had somehow changed the way she looked. With all the good oils, creams, and skin care products that poured into her room every week. She had to tell Dylan that he had no right to send her things every week without asking if the previous ones had finished. If he wasn't being a sp
