Mia (4 years ago)
"So what are we doing again? " I asked Ethan as we stared at his empty apartment in lower Manhattan.
"We are painting," He answered, eyes glued to the wall. "We are going to make this apartment like that of a grown-up,"
"Oh," I stifled a smile at his seriousness.
It was a good thing that all his brand new furniture that we got when we raided Pottery Barn two days ago was yet not delivered. That was one of the first things we did together when he finally moved to the city last week. For him, I had taken a full week leave from work so that I can help him set up. I thought that was the least I could do.
As an interior decorator, he was very picky and very particular about what should go whe
