LAUREN ZSANELLE
I took a bath and changed my clothes into the sleeveless fitted dress and covered my bare shoulder with a denim jacket and I wore my white shoes that my husband brought for me. We are going to my in-laws because they came home now from Switzerland and get my Toblerone.
“Can you make it ter, babe? It’s traffic and while you? You’re moving like a turtle.” I told him because he’s still changing his clothes. “Hey, the woman you’re becoming impatience again,” he said so I rolled my eyes at him. “Because you are so slow.” I backfired. I am ready to go out while my husband is putting his white sneaker on his feet.
I look again at my shoes and I saw my other lace was not tied so I ga a blowdown but my husband stopped me. “Let me. You might put pressure on your belly,” he said
