I have been standing in the mirror for the past twenty minutes trying to decide if I had gone a little bit too extra with my clothes. Danielle said I needed to make a statement across and what better way can I do that other than to start with my dress? It was a simple off-shoulder black gown but you could tell it was hella expensive and the red bottoms to match made me look even more high-end. To make sure I appeared even more mature and classy, I was letting my hair down and in waves. “Green is going to be the main colour of the lunch today” Lily sang from behind me and I chuckled in amusement at the terms she was using. “I don’t know about green but there won’t be any opportunity for me to be messed with” “Damn right there won’t” Lily agreed. To others, doing this may make me look a little bit childish but that was the least of my concern. I gave one final twirl to Lily who was clapping wildly and bouncing on my bed that would be crying for mercy if it could talk. “You l
“I will be going on a business trip to attend a seminar and an important meeting. I will be gone for 9 days tops” Atticus spoke from beside me without lifting his eyes from his phone while eating with the other unoccupied hand. “When?” I asked him “Now,” He replied. I wanted to ask him why he was telling me if he was leaving in a few minutes. He should have just kept it to himself. It was on the edge of my tongue yet I held it in the same way I had wanted to ask him if he was at Samantha’s place all the nights when he failed to come home. Samantha had totally obliterated me with the mockery she did two days ago and there was no hiding the first-hand embarrassment I felt throughout the lunch at Danielle’s place especially since I had to sit opposite her and see her smug face glow with victory at the fact that she had rendered me useless with just a sentence that had way more effect on me than it should. I don’t know if he waited for my reply that he wasn’t going to get or he d
So I may or may not have spent the entire nine days my husband was away to map out a plan on how to get him to pay more attention to me and me alone and guess what amazing plan I came up with? Nothing. It wasn’t that I didn’t come up with anything, in fact, it was quite the opposite. I had come up with a billion plans that I was starting to look like a federal agent about to carry out an important problem so why did I have nothing at the end? It was because I liked none of the plans. With every plan I had come up with, the other part of me had managed to find something wrong with it. Either it was not well detailed enough, felt like a route to total failure or I felt it made me look pathetic and like an attention whore So now I lay on my bed, my mind reeling from the aftermath of being stressed to its limit without a plan and my husband was due home in five hours. I scanned my head through the various plans that I had previously made to see if there was one approach I could use b
Yesterday when I was scrolling through my social media account, I saw this video of a woman who gave her husband a very beautiful portrait of himself so he could hang it in his office or wherever. The portrait was so big and the husband had been an emotional wreck when he saw it. He loved it and said he was going to place it in a spot where everyone would see it. I don’t blame him at all. If I had been given such a portrait, I would hang it on the highest rooftop so that the world could see. And that was what gave me the idea for my current task. I know Atticus wasn’t the same as the man I saw on my social media but I was willing to give it a try. The worse he would do is to reject it, not kill me so I was determined to give it a go. That was the sole reason why I had been locked in my studio since morning without a single meal, drawing. I didn’t have any photos to use so I was just drawing from my head. Well not completely from my head, I once saw a photo of Atticus online, he w
I kept stealing glances his way and I am sure my husband had noticed since we had locked eyes a few times now. He arrived back from work and we were having dinner which meant he had yet to go into his office, which also translates to my gift has yet to be given to him. I should have done it the moment he walked through the front door, but my head had thrown a bad thought my way and I was quick to chicken out at the last minute. I told myself I would wait for him to freshen up and later on I told myself after dinner. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him push his plate away which meant he was retiring to his room for the night. I had to summon my courage and do this now else I would not have another opportunity to do it. If I wait till tomorrow, it would take out the fun in it for me. I had to get it over with. He started getting up so I cleared my throat to get his attention. “I have something to give you?” I bit my lips hard as nervousness took over me. I watched his eyebrow hi
I blame my nerves entirely. I tried but I could not go through with it. Atticus left for work as usual and I was ready to prepare the lunch I had in mind but Danielle’s comment about my plan being too domesticated and how women of our class didn’t too it had me retrieving my plan. I don’t blame Danielle at all because she had encouraged me to do it but I had been too scared to do it. As much as I wanted to do it, I didn’t want it to reflect badly on me or my husband. It didn’t have to be bad in a bad way but I would not have those snubby women call me average class for cooking for my husband. It was also my fault because I had gone looking at a website about what upper-class families thought about cooking lunch for their husbands and several comments said it was an average family thing to do which was pretty stupid if you ask me. I know people would wonder why I didn’t know what to do or why I was browsing these things. I would just tell them that I didn’t have a mother to teach m
I squirmed in my seat because the gaze on me was getting uncomfortable. Atticus hasn’t said a word since we stepped foot in the restaurant that was located in the company building. The restaurant was way better than most five-star restaurants I had been to and I am sure that the staff here never went outside to eat because I wouldn’t if I worked here. It was a nice thing to know that Atticus loved to eat here. It was a positive thing and it would make his staff see him in a good light though I don’t think he cares about their opinion of his person since he had that air around him. “Can you please stop staring at me, It’s making me uncomfortable.” I told him “You should be eating instead. I’m sure that is a better view” I mumbled when he still won’t take his eyes off me. “I doubt my meal is a better view but I’ll eat since you insist” He smugly said before picking up the fork and making the effort to finally eat. “So what brings you here’ He spoke after taking a bite out of the
I kept smiling the entire ride home even though my stomach was all tangled up in a bunch of nerves. I was so nervous and excited and wrapped up in my thoughts that I had not realized that we had gotten home until Justin pointed it out. “Don’t be so nervous. You did okay. It takes a lot of courage to do what you did” I muttered to myself as I walked upstairs to my room. I was trying to calm myself down but it was hard so instead of laying down on my inviting bed, I dropped my bag and headed for the studio. Halfway down the stairs, my mind kinda came back to its current state and I was suddenly aware of how icky I felt so I turned around back to my room so I could take a shower first before I headed down to the studio. What I wanted to be a short bath ended up being a thirty-minute one and it was really what I didn’t know I needed. I am much calmer now but my hands still itch. The intense need to paint something was really strong and I could feel my hands tremble with need. I th