“Beautiful,” he murmured, hugging her from behind.
“Don’t,” she hissed, swatting his arms away, her plum lips stretched thin with annoyance. “You’re going to crush the silk.”
He withdrew his hands and backed away a step. She continued to focus on her reflection.
“When’s my birthday?” she demanded.
His shoulders slumped. “Haven’t we gone over this enough already?”
She glared at him in the mirror. “You said the same thing last year. Only for us to lose the Best Couple award by just one question.”
He sighed, “24th January.”
“Good.” She smiled perfectly. “Now get rid of that hideous tie.”
“Don’t,” she hissed, swatting his arms away, her plum lips stretched thin with annoyance. “You’re going to crush the silk.”
He withdrew his hands and backed away a step. She continued to focus on her reflection.
“When’s my birthday?” she demanded.
His shoulders slumped. “Haven’t we gone over this enough already?”
She glared at him in the mirror. “You said the same thing last year. Only for us to lose the Best Couple award by just one question.”
He sighed, “24th January.”
“Good.” She smiled perfectly. “Now get rid of that hideous tie.”
