Eve winced as she pressed the needle into her finger drawing a droplet of blood to the surface. She’d been making minor alterations to the dress that they had purchased only a few days ago but Eve hated sewing and was ridiculously slow. She’d been toiling over this dress for the last hour and a half but wasn’t yet half way through it.
Standing up and casting the dress aside Eve quickly entered the ensuite bathroom so she could get a tissue to ensure that she didn’t stain the pale fabric. She heard someone open the door into the bedroom and the sound of them kicking their shoes off and the creaking of the bed springs, “Whose there?”
“It’s just me Zhenchka,” the voice said from behind the closed bathroom door. “How are you?”
Satisfied that the blood had been wiped off her finger Eve pus
