When he returned from being out, she had his dinner ready to eat on the table, and she knew he was happy. The table was laid out beautifully, adorned with red roses that she’d chosen lovingly for him, and she’d cooked chicken, his favourite, poached gently for twenty minutes just as he liked it.
It being Valentine’s Day, she’d dressed for the occasion; she wore his favourite dress, a red velour figure-hugging piece that she’d picked up in a boutique the previous year. As he studied her, she smiled: how she loved him.
Alice would do anything for her cat.
It being Valentine’s Day, she’d dressed for the occasion; she wore his favourite dress, a red velour figure-hugging piece that she’d picked up in a boutique the previous year. As he studied her, she smiled: how she loved him.
Alice would do anything for her cat.
