I want to be in your fashion show right now. I almost choked on my husband’s text for me. What is he trying to do again? Why is he like this all of a sudden?
I started to focus on the ramp again as I know my face is red now. Holy shizzles, with just that text, I don’t know what my heart is feeling right now.
My mom nudged me. “Your husband texted us. He said he will pick you up after the fashion show for a celebratory dinner for you.” She smiled teasingly. “When did you two start to have dinner this way, honeybunch?” She asked med.
I automatically blushed. “I don’t know, Mom.” I replied.
One day, I woke up and Kristoff’s actions had become more vulgar—like he does seem to care so much for me.
My parents smiled at me while Kris’ just gave me encouraging looks. I smiled back and exhale
