Wendy led Jeff
into the kitchen, and she fleeting wondered if she ought to put up a do not disturb sign. She stood before
him nervously fiddling with her hands, and for several minutes they just stared
at each other in silence.
She noticed his
tie was still undone, but with her shaking hands she knew she’d make a mess of
it. “You look wonderful, Jeffery,” she finally said, in a voice barely above a
whisper.
He grinned and in
a low voice said, “Why are we whispering? Do you not want anyone to know I
clean up good?”
She laughed.
“Well, I’d hate for someone to snatch you away from me,” she said before she
could stop herself. She could feel her cheeks glow pink.
“Like that’s
likely,” he replied, stepping closer and taking her hand. “You look so beautiful,
Wendy. Every day more beautiful.”
“It’s just the
dress and makeup,” she said, shrugging.
“No, it’s not,”
he replied seriously.
