"Several other activities come to mind that I'd prefer over this," Floyd grumbled from the confines of the closet.
Lucielle chuckled softly, her smile radiant as she slipped into a pair of fiery red heels she'd been itching to flaunt for ages. She examined her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fine-tuning the fit of the sleeveless black dress that stopped just above her knees. The dress clung to her body, accentuating her curves, curves that she was gradually reclaiming since Floyd's return to her side.
"I believe you're supposed to be thrilled about your own birthday celebration, Floyd," she chided him gently, although a persistent worry nipped at her. A week of blessed peace had elapsed since Tinnie's demise, and while Lucielle and Floyd had braced themselves for disaster, everything
