"What are you wearing?" Florence heard Tristan ask as soon as she walked in the living room . Her husband was dressed in a casual light blue shirt and over washed light blue jeans. He looked amazing as always. He looked different however, a good different.
His hair was not styled back like usual, instead it was messy and was falling over his forehead. He looked beautiful nonetheless if you avoid the scowl that was plastered on his face. He looked as if he was a completely different person though.He looked at Florence from top to bottom with furrowed brows and a confused look on his face.Florence looked down at her bottle green tight fitted dress and then looked at her husband who was still looking at her with a keen gaze." What?" She asked, sounding more annoyed than confused. Tristan sat straight and tilted his head to the side." Are we going to a charity event?" He asked, almost amused as he smiled innocently at his wife. Florence looked at her dress again.Did she look dressed down?She wore the most elegant dress she had at the moment , her hair was tied in a tight bun and she wore black high heels. She felt as elegant as she looked but maybe something was wrong because the jerk was still eyeing her weirdly." What?" She asked again and watched how Tristan sighed before raising from his seat and making his way towards Florence.He had his hands in his pocket as he looked up and down , making Florence squirm under his gaze." You look like one of those villains in household dramas that are going to murder their husband's entire family. " He said casually." What's wrong with this dress?" Florence asked, feeling annoyed. What does he know about girls' fashion anyway? Florence's aim was to impress her in-laws. Though her relationship with her husband is not that good, she still wanted to be in good books with her in-laws. As far as she knew , her mother-in-law is not very fond of her and considering that Tristan's grandparents have no idea about their situation, Florence wanted to have them on her side. To have them on her side, she had to impress them First ."Everything is wrong with this dress. " Tristan said as he once again gave her a once over. " From the hairstyle to the jewelry and the outfit is too outdated."" Excuse me! It is the latest collection of-"" It is outdated for my grandparents." Tristan Replied without waiting for a second. " It is clear as a sky that you are trying hard to seem like a good daughter-in-law and it is a major turn off." He said and turned around. He sat back on the sofa.Florence looked down at her dress again and then at the digital clock, they would be coming home anytime soon." Just wear whatever makes you comfortable. As much as you love to lie, I prefer when you at least be real with your outfit." Tristan said and looked away from her." I don't lie-" her words were cut off again by her husband." They will be here soon. " He said as he looked back from the clock . "If I were you, I would be running to get changed." He said and Florence huffed because he was right. She should better hurry.She made her way back towards the bedroom, tripping various times because her dress was not allowing to move much. On the other hand Tristan scoffed as he watched her run for her life.Once in her bedroom, Florence searched for something she would normally wear at home. Truth to be told she would rather wear her long oversized and overused t-shirt rather than anything else. But she decided to wear light blue jeans and an off white oversized t-shirt. She didn't want to scare her in-laws off by showing herself in her homeless attire.She let her hair down and gave herself an overview. She looked good, she admitted to herself. These clothes are much better than her elegant outfit she wore previously.She made her way back to the living room and Tristan raised his head and looked at her before looking back at his cellphone. He didn't say anything about her outfit so that was a plus point." How did we met?" Tristan suddenly asked and Florence rolled her eyes. Apparently Tristan's grandparents thought that they were in love and so it was Tristan's idea to come up with a fake love story.Florence first suggested that they met at college and Tristan reminded her of their eleven years age gap with a roll of his eyes." I was late for my college. " Florence said the line taught by Tristan himself to her yesterday." And?"" I was walking. There was traffic and I decided to apply my lipstick by seeing my reflection in the car window. I was not aware that you were in the car and you fell in love with me. " Florence said." I rolled my window glass down and YOU fell in love with me." Tristan reminded her of the story that he had told her. He had his brows furrowed as if he was disgusted with her story." That seemed too unromantic. Usually it is a guy who should chase the girl." Florence said as he leaned back on her seat." But the case was different with you. You were the one who chased me and I fell in love with you after seeing how dedicated you were for my love." Tristan said and tilted his head to the side. He looked really very satisfied with his version of story and Florence was shocked at him." Has anybody told you that you are narcissistic?" Florence asked as she scoffed and looked at her with pure distaste. Tristan on the other hand seemed extremely fine."No one actually. I mean do have a face that gives me the whole right to be narcissistic. " He provided ." I don't like your version of the story. Mine was better." Florence said." What's wrong in my version? I quite like it actually."" It makes me look as if I was chasing you for your money." Florence said." And for my face." Tristan added." Yeah that too." Florence muttered. This story doesn't leave a good impact on her in-laws." But it's true anyway. " Tristan said as he smiled innocently. " You do chase money and a pretty face." He added and Florence wanted nothing more than to just punch him straight on his face.Just when she opened her mouth to say something, she was cut-off by the ringing of the door.Florence always thought that Tristan was a stoic faced jerk but she was wrong because as she sat on the dining table eating her dinner with her husband and his grandparents , she saw a version of Tristan that she never thought existed. " You lost a lot of weight , grandma. Please eat some more. Florence makes the best lasagna. " He said as he placed food on his grandma's plate. Florence smiled at her when Alice, his grandma, looked at her. Alice was in her mid fifties with grey and black short hair. She wore cotton pink pants along with white shirt that made her look young. She looked extremely young for their age. Unlike Tristan, Alice was very friendly by nature." It is actually really good, dear." Alice said and Florence breathed out in relief. She didn't had enough time to make lasagna but she somehow managed to make some. She was glad that it tasted good . Old people can be nosy with food and this was her first impression on them. She didn't want to fail.Flore
" What?" Tristan asked as he walked towards his wife and stood just in front of her. Florence had to tilt her head up a little to look at him and for the first time she noticed how tall he is as compared to her but she tried to not show how intimidated she was feeling at the moment. " Want them to see you come from different room in the morning and then do you want to answer all the questions that they would ask?" He asked as he folded his arms over his chest.Florence bit the inside of her cheek as she looked up at him. " Okay." She said, voice almost inaudible. " I will get my things from my room then." She said and without waiting for his reply , she turned around and made her way towards her room.Once inside she took a deep breath. It was nothing, she tried to calm herself into believing. They have been sharing a house with each other, sharing a room with each other should not be that hard. She however made her way towards the closet and searched for her night suit .She se
Florence had trouble sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. It was too hard and so she somehow ended up having a stiff back . She groaned a little when she heard noise of ruffling. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun was hardly up. It was probably six in the morning. She pulled the blanket over her head as she tried to get back to sleep. She would really love to get her precious sleep back and so she squinted her eyes tightly. She heard loud footsteps followed by loud noise of door opening and falling shut. She then heard the sound of gurgling followed by the sound of water running in the background. She groaned as she heard the door of the bathroom opening before falling shut. She groaned as she pulled the blanket down from her face and look at the culprit who took away her sleep. Before she could even say a word, she felt as if the air was knocked from her lungs. Her gaze unknowingly went further into the depth .There stood Tristan in front of the mirror, dressed in
Well, realisation hit her pretty late. She stood behind the door of the bathroom, holding a towel to her naked self. She cursed herself for being this stupid. Her used clothes were already thrown on the floor which were now pretty wet from the shower and she can't possibly wear them. Never in a million years had she thought that she would call for Tristan by practically being naked but she was desperate. She closed her eyes bracing herself for what was about to come. She knew it was a bad idea but what can she do other than this. She can't walk naked around the house and to the other room to get herself some clothes. Once she was done preparing herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door." Tristan…" she called, voice low because she was extremely embarrassed that she was doing this. She got no reply." Tristan. " She tried again, this time a little firm.She waited for a few seconds but still no reply. By the noise coming from the room it was clear that her husband was st
Six weeks later, Florence sat by the library room, reading one of the classic novels. She wore black leggings paired up with Black thirty and oversized red Sweater. The outfit was not one of her best but it was super comfortable and that was what matters after all. She tried to ignore how the housekeeper, who was currently dusting off the bookshelf , was looking at her.Florence squirmed in her seat as she tried to read the book but she felt as if Lisa , the housekeeper, was judging her.Well, how could anyone not? Everyone knew that this marriage was not out of love including the staff in the house. Lisa had hardly seen Florence and Tristan talking together and the old lady must be pitying the young soul that was trapped in this penthouse. Florence does nothing except sitting in the library or cooking in the kitchen. The lady would often give her looks filled with sympathy and Florence didn't know how to tell her that she didn't need her pity , so she just let her be.Lisa would
Florence sat in the cafeteria of her university. The area was filled with students trying to finish their meal in their lunch time , while Florence was busy with her laptop as she tried to write a report on a museum she visited a few days ago.It has been a week since she joined her studies again. She didn't think that she would be accepted back in the university after she had left for almost three months but the principal accepted her almost immediately. Later she discovered that Tristan was the one of the sponsors of this university and if they had not accepted her back then they would have lost a couple of thousands of dollars, they can't risk that. It was weird, especially when her professors began to treat her differently. They were much more friendly and polite to her than they have ever been. It didn't settle well with her but she had to take it for the next month or so and after that she was done with her studies.She never thought that marrying Tristan would make such a d
Florence walked downstairs after waking up at eight in the morning. It was Saturday, the most awaited day of the week for the students. Florence was bone tired from all the work she had to do this week and hence she was looking forward to a nice weekend. She wanted to relax a little. As much as she loves to attend the university, she loves to be at her new home and do whatever she wants. She had a lot to do today with all the assignments piling up. She thought that this morning was similar to all the mornings she had for the last couple of days.But what she saw in the kitchen was not what she had ever expected. Tristan in the kitchen, wearing an apron. The man may be a jerk but he was a gorgeous jerk and Florence hate it to admit that." Are you awake yet or should I flaunt my beauty some more?" Tristan said before he looked up at his wife who was stuck on the stairs looking at him as if he had grown two pairs of horns. Her hair was wet from the shower and her long legs were
"Sean? Have you seen my file?" Florence asked as she walked towards Sean who sat on one of the benches in front of the university. He stopped sketching as he turned to look at her. Florence looked like a disaster at the moment. Her white pants were soiled at the bottom from mud and her long hair were tied up in a messy bun. She looked completely different from what she did when she arrived at the university. Looking how divested she looked, Sean immediately stood up and marched towards her. Beads of sweat were sticking over her forehead, her chest was heaving up and down as she frantically looked around to find her portfolio. She had brought it when she came this morning. She can't remember where she left it though." What do you mean? You had your file when we met this afternoon for lunch." Sean said and Florence looked as if she was close to crying. Her bandage was now a disaster too." I know… " Florence said her voice came out wavering. " I had it with me all the time but
Florence began to work on her assignments all over again. The professor refused to extend the deadlines as it was against the rule to do so. She had cursed at the professor for being so strict but deep down she knew that no professor would help her out . It was going against the rule. She straightened her black blouse as she sat on the stairs right in front of a beautiful lake. It was one of the most amazing spots to paint and today Florence was painting a landscape which was also her assignment. This was her second time drawing the same drawing.Past few days have been a disaster. She wasn't able to sleep for even a second and now her eye lids were getting heavy. She could really use some sleep.She brought her black coffee to her , trying her best to remain calm . Past few days, she had not seen Tristan much . The said guy would always be busy with his work. Truth to be told, Tristan kind of gave off a vibe of a playboy and Florence had no idea whether her husband was really bu
Tristan was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, his wet hair falling over his eyes as he glanced at the digital clock on the table in front of him. It blinked nine. Tristan frowned at the clock because as far as he knew, Florence is usually done with her classes before six in the evening and in extreme cases by seven. He hadn't had his dinner yet and he was looking at the door far too often. He didn't know why he was acting protective towards her , maybe because she was his responsibility or maybe because she is too young to be in his world. Not to forget that she would be an easy target for his enemies . He didn't even want to think about the circumstances. Just as he was about to call Florence, the door of his penthouse opened and in came Florence, who looked as if she was about to faint any second. A bile raised in Tristan's throat as he immediately stood from his place and threw the book carelessly on the sofa. "Where were you?" Tristan asked as he walked towards he
"Sean? Have you seen my file?" Florence asked as she walked towards Sean who sat on one of the benches in front of the university. He stopped sketching as he turned to look at her. Florence looked like a disaster at the moment. Her white pants were soiled at the bottom from mud and her long hair were tied up in a messy bun. She looked completely different from what she did when she arrived at the university. Looking how divested she looked, Sean immediately stood up and marched towards her. Beads of sweat were sticking over her forehead, her chest was heaving up and down as she frantically looked around to find her portfolio. She had brought it when she came this morning. She can't remember where she left it though." What do you mean? You had your file when we met this afternoon for lunch." Sean said and Florence looked as if she was close to crying. Her bandage was now a disaster too." I know… " Florence said her voice came out wavering. " I had it with me all the time but
Florence walked downstairs after waking up at eight in the morning. It was Saturday, the most awaited day of the week for the students. Florence was bone tired from all the work she had to do this week and hence she was looking forward to a nice weekend. She wanted to relax a little. As much as she loves to attend the university, she loves to be at her new home and do whatever she wants. She had a lot to do today with all the assignments piling up. She thought that this morning was similar to all the mornings she had for the last couple of days.But what she saw in the kitchen was not what she had ever expected. Tristan in the kitchen, wearing an apron. The man may be a jerk but he was a gorgeous jerk and Florence hate it to admit that." Are you awake yet or should I flaunt my beauty some more?" Tristan said before he looked up at his wife who was stuck on the stairs looking at him as if he had grown two pairs of horns. Her hair was wet from the shower and her long legs were
Florence sat in the cafeteria of her university. The area was filled with students trying to finish their meal in their lunch time , while Florence was busy with her laptop as she tried to write a report on a museum she visited a few days ago.It has been a week since she joined her studies again. She didn't think that she would be accepted back in the university after she had left for almost three months but the principal accepted her almost immediately. Later she discovered that Tristan was the one of the sponsors of this university and if they had not accepted her back then they would have lost a couple of thousands of dollars, they can't risk that. It was weird, especially when her professors began to treat her differently. They were much more friendly and polite to her than they have ever been. It didn't settle well with her but she had to take it for the next month or so and after that she was done with her studies.She never thought that marrying Tristan would make such a d
Six weeks later, Florence sat by the library room, reading one of the classic novels. She wore black leggings paired up with Black thirty and oversized red Sweater. The outfit was not one of her best but it was super comfortable and that was what matters after all. She tried to ignore how the housekeeper, who was currently dusting off the bookshelf , was looking at her.Florence squirmed in her seat as she tried to read the book but she felt as if Lisa , the housekeeper, was judging her.Well, how could anyone not? Everyone knew that this marriage was not out of love including the staff in the house. Lisa had hardly seen Florence and Tristan talking together and the old lady must be pitying the young soul that was trapped in this penthouse. Florence does nothing except sitting in the library or cooking in the kitchen. The lady would often give her looks filled with sympathy and Florence didn't know how to tell her that she didn't need her pity , so she just let her be.Lisa would
Well, realisation hit her pretty late. She stood behind the door of the bathroom, holding a towel to her naked self. She cursed herself for being this stupid. Her used clothes were already thrown on the floor which were now pretty wet from the shower and she can't possibly wear them. Never in a million years had she thought that she would call for Tristan by practically being naked but she was desperate. She closed her eyes bracing herself for what was about to come. She knew it was a bad idea but what can she do other than this. She can't walk naked around the house and to the other room to get herself some clothes. Once she was done preparing herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door." Tristan…" she called, voice low because she was extremely embarrassed that she was doing this. She got no reply." Tristan. " She tried again, this time a little firm.She waited for a few seconds but still no reply. By the noise coming from the room it was clear that her husband was st
Florence had trouble sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. It was too hard and so she somehow ended up having a stiff back . She groaned a little when she heard noise of ruffling. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun was hardly up. It was probably six in the morning. She pulled the blanket over her head as she tried to get back to sleep. She would really love to get her precious sleep back and so she squinted her eyes tightly. She heard loud footsteps followed by loud noise of door opening and falling shut. She then heard the sound of gurgling followed by the sound of water running in the background. She groaned as she heard the door of the bathroom opening before falling shut. She groaned as she pulled the blanket down from her face and look at the culprit who took away her sleep. Before she could even say a word, she felt as if the air was knocked from her lungs. Her gaze unknowingly went further into the depth .There stood Tristan in front of the mirror, dressed in
" What?" Tristan asked as he walked towards his wife and stood just in front of her. Florence had to tilt her head up a little to look at him and for the first time she noticed how tall he is as compared to her but she tried to not show how intimidated she was feeling at the moment. " Want them to see you come from different room in the morning and then do you want to answer all the questions that they would ask?" He asked as he folded his arms over his chest.Florence bit the inside of her cheek as she looked up at him. " Okay." She said, voice almost inaudible. " I will get my things from my room then." She said and without waiting for his reply , she turned around and made her way towards her room.Once inside she took a deep breath. It was nothing, she tried to calm herself into believing. They have been sharing a house with each other, sharing a room with each other should not be that hard. She however made her way towards the closet and searched for her night suit .She se