Because it's Paris

EMILY

I had to stop over analyzing everything.

Knowing I had nowhere to go again, it was another day indoor, my little cell in the beautiful city of Paris, I decided to wear a romper pinafore. I wore a soft white top with no bra and wore the jean romper on it. It was comfortable because it was short, its length ended not to far from the bottom of my ass.

I hummed a song to myself as I sat in front of my mirror wondering each earring to wear, my wedding band fixed on my finger. This was a morning I felt very married.

Alexandro was taking his bathe and I still couldn’t help but wonder how today will go, if he would leave or stay, if he stayed, what we would talk about or do.

All I had to do was wait. My stomach churned to remind me of the food by the door but Alexandro had said to wait for him.

“Don’t eat without me.” He had warned before going to bath. I couldn’t be blatantly disobedient.

In truth, the suit belonged to Alexandro and I. In paris here where we pretend to be happily marri