She changed.
Came out.
Looked at herself.
Adjusted one thing.
Then nodded.
“Acceptable.”
I leaned against the door for a second. 1
“Urghh,” I said softly. “Being a mother is so fulfilling whewww.”
Neither of them reacted.
Rude. 1
Once they were done, I went to get dressed.
Marcus had gotten me a dress.
I hadn’t worn it yet.
I opened the box again.
Ran my fingers over it.
Soft.
Elegant.
The kind of dress that doesn’t try too hard but still gets attention.
A deep shade.
Fitted just right.
Simple, but not basic.
I put it on.
It sat perfectly.
Of course it did.
He pays attention.
I added a diamond set Madam Eloise had given me.
Necklace.
Earrings.
Subtle, but Hut really.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Turned slightly.
“It’s just dinner,” I said.
But I didn’t change anything.
By the time we were all ready, it was already 4pm.
Right on time, a car pulled up.
Marcus.
His car always feels like it belongs in a different world.
Too smooth.
Too quiet.
Too expensive.
The kids rushed ahead of me.
Of course they did.

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