Little Matchmaker

The walk back to my department was considerably more torturous than the walk from it. New resolve solidified, there was only the problem of learning how to become a block of ice.

It shouldn’t be that had, considering the fact that I had perfected the art of smiling through pain in my childhood. I just hard to shift unflinching smile to a straight face.

My head reels just from thinking back to him dismissing me without do much as a glance.

‘This is much harder than I thought, I wonder how he does it'

My mind stops it's unsteady movement when it comes to rest on Mr. Wright.

The middle aged man treated me well unlike Simon. He had helped me get through my few months of marriage with his boss, much to his chagrin.

He couldn’t fathom what his something of a father figure saw in me.

He never openly criticized the way Simon treated me, but he helped me get by, like instructing the maids on my food preferences after asking me, or telling the maids to keep me company when Simon left me i